Morticia slowly made her way outside for some fresh air. She was happy that her grandfather had at least found an adult to talk to on a fairly equal level, unlike the servants they had at home. She hoped they would become more but that was hardly up to her and her whimsy. Making her way to the flight practice field, she stopped at the edge to look down on the lake. The darkness of the night soothed all her sense and she felt a call from the it. Closing her eyes, she listened for a moment before beginning to sing a dark, beautiful song that the night seem to embrace with its own accompaniment.

Having been lost in her thoughts, Morticia had failed to notice the silver blond young man standing in the shadows as she left the school. Draco followed her curiously, silently. He wondered what he would see. Part of him just wanting to see her while another part fancied what a vampire might do in the night. He stood transfixed as she sang. The words meant nothing to him. He guessed them to be Romanian but he was not certain. But the feeling and the sound was both cold and dark as it was beautiful and alive. Much like Morticia, he mused.

Once Morticia seemed to come to a slight lull in the song, Draco felt he should make comment before someone came across them and found him staring at her in wonder... in want. "Didn't know vampires could sing," he broke the moment, stepping out where she could fully see him.

Morticia stopped her song and turned to the voice. She eyed him a moment curious that he could follow her, be that close and she did not noticed until he spoke. "My father and my mother's father were human, you know," she explained. To some people that small amount of humanity might mean something.

To Draco, it was just another way to make a cutting remark. "So," he started with a smirk, "you're not even pure blood." Part of him told him that made her even less worthy of him. That part, unsurprisingly, sounded like his father.

"Vampire? No, I'm not." She walked toward him slowly, casually, not as she had in the infirmary. "Does that amuse you?" She could see his smirk, his eyes as if it were noon on a cloudless day.

"Yes," he admitted, swallowing at her approach. She looked ethereal in the moon light. He reminded himself that she could kill him easily before he could raise his wand. Vampires were very dangerous, which made her all that more appealing.

"I'm still superior to you." She smirked at his nervousness. They both remembered the incident in the infirmary well. He was a bit frightened but would not let himself back down from her.

He looked her up and down, shoving his own apprehension deep down in himself. "You're a vampire," he bit out brazenly. "The bottom of the barrel."

"Then why would your master come begging to my grandfather?" She was within feet of him. Her eyes reflected the dark heavens and the lights from the castle. She wore a smirk worthy of a Malfoy.

Draco could feel the closeness as much as he could see it. His body yearned for her to get closer, but he would not let that comment lie. "I have no master. I'm a Malfoy." He flinched internally at how much he sounded like his father.

Morticia snorted. "You want me to believe your father does not follow Voldemort? Try again." She moved closer a step or two. She could see his pride warring within in him.

"So," he replied coldly, "that's my father. Not me." He looked at her defiantly, proudly. He had nothing to hide from her gaze. No one would believe what she said about him should she go spreading rumors. He could be honest for the first time in his life, with her and himself.

She arched a brow. "You would defy him." She was not asking. "I can see it in your eyes. Why act like him?" She moved close, three or four strides away. She could smell him, hear him as though she were right beside him. Her body thrummed to be closer, to touch him, taste him.

"So what if I defied him. No one is my master." His words sounded arrogant to his own ears, but they were the truth. No one would rule him, not his father and not Voldemort, at least once he was old enough to be his own man.

"Perhaps you are more noble than I was led to believe." She had seen him as his father's puppet. His independence, arrogance, pride were so very appealing to her. He was worthy of her. Her grandfather could not deny that, for the most part. But, she reminded herself, Draco did not want her.

"I'm a Malfoy," he bit out arrogantly. He again sounded like his father, and he hated it. However, it was who he was. He would not be any less than what he was born. "You on the other hand," he returned to his cold words of attack, "are nothing but a mudblood of the vampire world."

"I think I heard you the first time," she answered his declaration of his lineage. She raised a brow as she thought about the other. "Mudblood?" Her mother had been a vampire, as she was. A half-breed, or quarter-breed, was hardly a mudblood in the strictest sense of the word.

"You don't even know what that is?" Draco sneered at her like this was heaven to his ears. Another way to strike out against her. How could she be in their world and not know what a mudblood was, of course Potter had not either at first.

"I know what it is," with a tone like speaking to an exasperating child. "I do not follow your reasoning."

"Not even a pure blood, not even full powered." He just looked at her, ignoring the flash of red through her eyes. He was reminded of blood then figured that was the point, the reason for the color.

"Being pureblood does not make one full powered. It is the heart, the soul that lights the fire of power." Her eyes flashed again and burned as she gazed on him.

Draco saw a hunger in those eyes that ran his blood hot then cold then hot again. He swallowed thickly. "If you say so," he forced his voice to keep its edge. "Blood is everything." He realized right away that was the wrong thing to say to a vampire.

Morticia was at his side in less than a blink of an eye. He did not see her move but felt the heat of her body against his, the heat of her breath on his ear and neck. "You're right," she whispered in a sultry voice. "Blood is everything in some ways."

He swallowed again, staring straight ahead. The feel of her that close was heady and his blood roared in his own ears as he became aware of how close her mouth was to his neck. "You wouldn't dare." He did not sound so certain. "My father would have you staked."

"The question is," she purred, "would you let me? I thought you didn't care what you father thought."

"He would be quite unhappy if you used me as a meal." Her breath was setting his blood on fire, straight to his groin.

"Not a meal, boy. A taste." She licked his ear slowly from lobe to top. "But, I have sworn to not feed on flesh." She stepped back from him, missing the feel of him against her.

Draco like wise missed the heat, feeling a chill go through him as the warmth next to him was gone. His heart beat fast, his blood roared through his ears, and his body ached for her. "A taste?" He asked her dreamily.

She looked at him, trying to calm her own body. "A taste." She leaned in again and licked his pulse point before she could stop herself. His reactions were driving her wild. She had thought about this nearly since the first time she saw him.

Draco moaned a little, stepping toward her involuntarily. She sucked on his neck, careful to make her teeth stay in check. She felt and heard his blood pump even faster as his breathing speeded up. She drew away from him, stepping back and looking into his eyes. "This isn't right."

"Right?" His eyes were glazed over and his voice was still dreamy like he was caught in a haze.

Morticia shook his shoulders hard. "Draco, snap out of it."

He blinked a moment then looked at her. "What did you do to me?" He asked in a whisper, dazed.

"I..." She stepped back, almost stumbling, shaking her head. She turned around to leave, embarrassed at the way she let herself lose control.

He grabbed her. He had to know what was going on, and he did not want her to leave. "What was that?"

"What?" She did not look at him. Her voice barely reached his ears.

"That... The way you made me feel. As if you were touching me all over." His body still tingled.

"I don't... I seduced you, mesmerized you, I guess." She went to tug away. "I didn't mean to." Draco did not let go. If she really wanted loose she could easily over power him. He stepped closer still feeling the affects she had on him. "Draco..." She pulled away and stepped back again.

"Yes?" He moved after her, to touch her.

"I... Not like this. Not with the fog over your mind." She stepped back again only to have him follow.

"There is no fog." He grabbed her arm finally and pulled her to him, kissing her. She was shocked but let him kiss her. He brushed his lips over hers lightly, and at her stifled moan deepened the kiss. His hands went to her back holding her to him as she leaned in returning the kiss.

Finally, Draco came up for air looking surprised that he had just kissed her. He had thought about the taste of her lips as he fought with her, quipped at her. He stared at her at the feeling in his body. He met her eyes as she looked at him before she turned her head away. His hand caught her chin and turned her face back to him, kissing her again.

Morticia kissed back hungrily this time as his hands roamed over her whole body. She moaned into his mouth, causing him to start kissing his way down her neck. "This is how you made me feel." His voice was husky, vibrating against her skin and making her tingle all over.

She panted. "Draco..." His name came out a moan.

Draco did not respond verbally, licking at her neck. His tongue searched out and found her own pulse point, laving it and sucking on it lightly. Her whimper made him painfully hard. "I need you." He nipped at her neck. "Want you." He kissed up to her ear. "Have to have you." His whisper made her insides quiver.

Hesitantly she put a hand in his hair. "Do you understand what you are doing?"

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Seducing you?" He was rewarded with a smirk and a kiss. He kissed back but could tell she was hesitant. "You want me to stop," he pulled away, "for now?"

"I... It is all so... I..." She looked down, embarrassed. Her words shambles in her mind as well as on her tongue. "I'm confused," she finally got out softly.

He kissed her again. "I will have you," he promised, sounding as much like a Malfoy as possible.

She looked up at him hesitantly, confused and frightened. He let her go and took her hand, leading her back inside. The light was far too bright for him, and he looked to see if it was bright for her as well. Her eyes had narrowed drastically, and what he could see of the pupils they were hardly there, mere pinpoints.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned at her reaction. His eyes had already adjusted to the change in light.

"Yes. My eyes are just sensitive to light." She gave him a small smile.

He nodded. "Where to? Somewhere a little more populated would be a good idea." He was not ready to leave her side.

She listened to her surroundings. "There are only two people in the Great Hall. Perhaps the library?"

"Too many dark corners." He looked thoughtful.

"Then where?"

He silently cursed before pulling her along to the Great Hall. The place was very public. Anyone could walk in at any time. They should be safe there from each other's hands.

As they entered, they passed Remus on his way to his rooms. He eyed them curiously and surprised, but he had been distracted from his paper work too long and had to get it done to sleep before classes the next day. He figured that whatever was going he would learn of in time, and Vlad could see to his granddaughter.

Upon seeing her grandfather headed for the door they just came through, Morticia stilled. He eyed her over before his eyes landed on where she and Draco held hands. Draco was not about to let the older vampire intimidate him into letting go so tightened his hold. They had nothing to hide. He had decided already that no matter what anyone thought or said, she was his now. He was not going to let her go.

Vlad listened to their fast hearts and breathing as he smelled the pherimones rising off them both. He arched a brow slightly and looked at Morticia. Jewel?

Yes? She asked sheepishly, hesitant at how he could react.

Are you sure? He was quite... rude earlier this evening. He was concerned at the reasons she had to make this choice.

That is just his way. He's arrogant. She paused as a glint appeared in her eyes. And sexy as hell.

Vlad was not that surprised at her declaration. His granddaughter was audacious, much like he was. Yes, he is handsome. Young, but handsome. Has he apologized to you?

Uh...

Jewel... He sighed. Young people did not see things as he did, he reminded himself. But still, an apology was not much to ask for considering where this relationship seemed to be going so very quickly. If he feels for you at all he should apologize.

She nodded. She agreed. I... Well... Okay. She would not force Draco to apologize, and an apology was pointless if you had to ask for it.

It is only right. A love should not be so cruel. He swallowed a chuckle at the look on her face.

L...lover! Her voice squeaked even in their minds.

I know you have not yet. He smiled. But I can smell it. He will be your lover soon enough. He was not against the prospect of her being happy with Draco.

She flushed. Damn senses, she cursed.

He smiled broader at her. Where did you think you got it from?

Morticia rolled her eyes. Can we be alone now, grandpapa? She rarely called him that unless she wanted something. The slight whine was an affirmative that she indeed wanted him gone from the room.

Want to make me a great grandfather do you? He grinned at her as she sputtered. Wait a few days, Jewel, or I will be. He motioned to his nose again.

"Grandfather!" She went bright red.

"Yes, Jewel?" He asked innocently.

"Shoo!" She pointed to the door.

He nodded with a chuckle then sent a thought to Draco. You need to apologize, young man.

Draco startled at the voice in his head, watching as Vlad left. He then looked to Morticia who was still bright red. "What was that all about? Why are you so red?"

"He... I... He... Well... We should wait before... Or I'll end up..." She sputtered, stopping her rambling in frustration.

"End up what?"

"Pregnant," she answered softly, waiting on his reaction to that news.

His mouth made a small O. "Alright," he said after a moment. "Good thing we did stop." He watched her nod and saw this look on her face he could not quite place. "I should not have said what I did this morning." He could think of nothing else to say about it.

She knew her grandfather had to have said something to him for Draco to have thought to say anything, especially considering his timing. "You've said worse, Draco. I'm use to it." She looked at the floor.

"I..." He struggled with the words. "am sorry," he spit out softly, quickly.

"Thank you." She gave him a small smile before sighing. "But, it's not just been you." She sounded as she felt, hurt and alone.

"Do you have any friends?" He kicked himself after he asked it. That was not the best question, or how to phrase it.

"Harry, Hermione, Poppy..." She shrugged. She was not certain if she should include him in that now or not, but she wanted to.

"Figures the goody goodies would be." He ignored her eye roll. "Slytherins can give you more power, more protection."

"I have enough darkness in my life. I want real friends, not lackeys or whatever they are."

He sighed with a nod. "I do understand, really." He understood more than she could ever understand.

She nodded. "We are a lot alike."

"Yes." He kissed her on the lips.

She returned the kiss briefly the pulled back. "What has changed since this today, since when you spoke to me outside?" Her eyes searched his for the answer.

"I don't really know. I just don't want to fight anymore."

"Neither do I."

"Good. It gets in the way of other things." He grinned at her. She smiled back and kissed him. After the kiss he dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling, talking to it. "Why do you have to be fertile right now?" He wanted her so very bad.

She kissed his throat. "Fate can be cruel."

"Keep that up and you'll be bearing me a son."

Morticia kissed his throat again, licking up and down the column of flesh. "A son?"

He moaned his reply. "Yes."

"Why not a daughter?" She licked up to his ear, sucking on the earlobe.

"I don't know." He could not seem to make much sense out of anything. Her mouth was driving all thought from his mind. He pulled her mouth up to his, kissing her deeply. He moaned as she kissed back enthusiastically. "You want a daughter?" He asked as he pulled up for air.

"Gender does not matter to me."

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"Good." He started to unbutton her shirt, kissing at the flesh he uncovered.

"Aren't we young to be parents?" She asked, not stopping him.

"You started. I'm just finishing." He continued what he was doing, tasting every bit of flesh he could.

She groaned in pleasure. "I want this but..." She moaned as he found a sensitive spot. "...we should wait..." She gasped as he tortured that spot perfectly. "...a few days."

"What if I wanted you marked as mine." He licked the top of her breasts where the skin was exposed..

"Marked?" She asked in a husky voice, losing herself to the sensations he was causing.

"Yes. Swollen with my child. Marked as mine alone." He assaulted her breasts more thoroughly, sucking through her bra. She whimpered under him. "Would you be marked as mine?" He stopped and looked her in the eye. She was beautiful, more so than ever. Her skin was flushed, lips swollen, chest rising and falling as her breath quickened.

"Yes. Whatever you want." She pulled his mouth to hers and moaned. "I want you in me. Now." She bit at his lower lip gently.

He unfastened the front clasp of her bra before raising his wand and charming the doors closed. So much for anyone walking in at any time, of course the purpose of not being alone was gone. He dropped his wand and took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on it. His actions elicited a long 'oooohhhh' from her. He pushed the bra and shirt off completely as he moved his mouth to the other nipple.

Morticia pulled at his shirt as his mouth drove her wild and his hands unfastened her pants, pulling them and her panties over her hips. She raised her hips to make it easier for him. "I want to feel your skin." She looked him in the eyes, hers black and red, hungry.

Draco kissed her again, hands moving over her ass, pushing her to him. The only thing that separated them was his pants. She ground herself against the hot hardness inside them. "Ticia..." he moaned out. He slid his hands up her inner thighs until he reached her heat and stroked her.

"I want you, Draco."

"Unhook my pants then. Take them off me." He began to kiss her neck again, stroking a little harder, slipping his fingers inside her.

She quickly unfastened his pants and shoved them over his ass. She then ran her finger nails his ass then up his back, loving the moan that ran through his body. Done. Now come into me, Draco.

He lifted her up and sat her on one of the tables, kissing her as he entered her. She caressed his mind as she arched, biting her lip as he broke all the way into her. He looked down at her in shock at the feeling of her touching his mind, stilling once fully seated into her. "What was that?"

A link to me.

He kissed her again, deeply, as he started a nice slow pace. She moved with him. He felt like he was on fire everywhere at once. "Ticia.. So warm... tight..." He sucked at her breasts, stroking her in time with his thrusts.

Morticia threw her head back, moaning from her gut. Her nails scraped lightly at his back over and over. He moaned around the nipple in his mouth, thrusting harder and faster. "Oh, Draco..." She panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Draco kissed up to her mouth, sucking her tongue into his own before kissing back to her neck. He left a trail of small love bites up and down the column of her throat. "I can'... so near..." He wanted to hold out, to make her find her release first.

She sucked at his neck before pulling back to look in his eyes. "May... may I?" Her teeth peeked out from under her upper lip. She was hesitant to ask but wanted to taste him so very badly.

"Yes. Anything."

She nodded, putting her mouth to his neck, licking and suckling at the flesh before piercing the skin. Then she withdrew her teeth and sucked at the wound, lapping up the blood that drained from the holes she made. The taste on her tongue, the warmth in her mouth made her clench around Draco hard, sucking for all her worth at his neck.

Draco followed her release immediately, filling her with his seed. Once he felt no more coming forth, he stilled, staying inside of her. He shivered at the feel of the tongue licking at the wound on the side of his neck. "Oh, Draco..." reached his ears. He looked down at Morticia as she leaned back slightly and licked her lips. He could not resist the urge to kiss her deeply, tasting his own blood.

"I could feel you... in my head... like you were inside my body."

"Did it bother you?" She looked at him in worry. The last thing she wanted to do was repulse him now.

"No, never. I loved it, but I almost lost control. Before I could pleasure you." He looked shamed by that admission.

She put her hand to his face. "That's alright." She gave him a gentle smile. "Pleasuring you is a pleasure."

He smiled back, looking in her eyes as he place a hand on her stomach. "Do you think we did?"

"I do not know. We may have." Her smile grew. "If we did, my grandfather is going to kill me."

"I doubt that. I can read people, too." He returned the kiss she bestowed on him. "I want you again..."

"Perhaps somewhere more private?" She smirked at him. While he had locked the doors, the house elves could pop in at any moment.

"Hmm, but where?" He started kissing her neck again. He was fine right where he was.

"I don't... know." She pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him. She cut her tongue on her own fang as they kissed. Balaur... She whispered in his mind. The sharing of the blood making the link mutual.

Feeling her presence in his mind, he tried out what he thought she had just done. I think it's too late my little vamp. He told her as he hardened within her.

She moaned as he filled her up again. Little vamp? She smiled at him, amused.

Yes. Now where were we? Oh yes, I remember. He began to move painfully slow, taking his time as he kissed every inch of her he could reach. He loved the way she laid back on the table to give him more friction. What do you want? Tell me.

She took his hands and put them on her breasts. Take me. Hard. Fill me. Feel me. She let him feel just how he was making her feel over their new link. He moaned and began to rub her nipples with his thumbs, upping the pace. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her. Harder, Balaur. I can take it. I like some pain. She looked him in the eye.

Draco moved harder, faster, nearly sending her off the other side of the table. He had to catch her before she slid too far, pausing in their activity to laugh for a moment. Morticia smiled up at him, chuckling herself. Good catch, Balaur.

Don't want to lose you. He looked at her then asked. Balaur? She had said it several times but this was the first time he was coherent enough to inquire. He kissed her deeply as he waited for her answer.

Dragon.

His kiss grew harder. My little vamp. She smiled up at him. He began to thrust into her again. Wrap your legs around me so we don't have anymore mishaps. Guiding her legs around him as she complies.

Soon he returned to the pace he had been using before she nearly spilled off the other side of the table. He licked and sucked at her neck and chest, running her nails over his chest to leave red lines where the blood nearly comes through the skin.

I... Oh god... I'm ready...

Bite me.

Draco did not have to be told twice. In his need he never even thought about it, sinking his teeth into her neck as he released into her again. She quickly clenched around him, bucking up hard. He raised up from her neck and smiled down at her. "That gets better every time."

She smirked back at him. "That's only the second time."

"Can you imagine what the third will be like? I want you in my bed tonight."

She laughed slightly and nodded. "Alright."

Draco pulled from her, kissing her as he did. She hissed slightly, which had him instantly concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

She sat up, hiding a grimace. Her muscles were a bit sore. "No. It's nothing."

"Are you sure?" He frowned at her. He could not take having hurt her.

"Yes, Balaur." She gave him a small peck on the mouth.

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"I hurt you." He kissed her to let her know it was not on purpose, he had not meant to.

"It was to be expected." She kissed his nose with a small smile. He nodded, unhappy about it. She felt his displeasure over their bond. "I'll be alright. The first time is always sore."

He gave her a stubborn, set look. "No more until you've healed.

She sighed but nodded. "Alright. Does that mean I have to sleep in my bed?" She did not want to. She wanted to be in his arms, next to his warmth.

No. You will sleep in my bed from now on. You know... this wasn't my first... He looked down, away from her. He did not want her to feel like she was not special.

That's okay. I wouldn't expect it to be. She smirked at him to lighten his spirits. By the way, it'll only take about an hour, if that.

We shall see. He smirked back, helping her off the table and into her clothes before dressing himself.

"To bed?" She asked after they were presentable and he had unlocked the doors.

Yes.

She smiled, putting her arms around him. You like this, talking in my head. She gave him a smug smirk.

Yes. Allows my mouth to do other things. He kissed her for emphasis. She laughed out loud and in his mind. "I love your laugh. Don't ever stop." No one would ever believe Draco Malfoy had just said that.

She smiled at him again, eyes bright, letting him take her hand and lead her to his dorm. What will they say? She asked as she grew hesitant.

I don't care.

She nodded, smiling as he opened the curtains of his bed and sat her in the center before joining her. He then pulled the curtains closed and pulled her close to him. She sighed in content. Goodnight, mele nobil balaur.

Translate or I'll keep you up singing in your head. He kissed her temple.

My noble dragon.

Goodnight my sweet vamp.

She smiled as she drifted off into sleep. He followed close behind her, keeping a tight possessive, protective hold on her.