EEKK! My computer went into a total spaz attack! So I couldn't post! I feel horrible! Forgive me? I hope? But I think you guys will enjoy this one.

Chapter Five

I followed Snape down the corridors until we reach the end of one. We were standing in front of a statue. Wondering what the hell we were doing, I heard Snape say something under his breath and then the statue began to move upwards.

"Get going." Snape ordered.

I then saw a spiral staircase growing. I walked forward and leaped onto the stairs. I rode all the way up until it came to a halt. I was thrown face forward because I wasn't expecting it to come to such a bolting halt. I held my hands out, trying to break the hall. I let out a scream as I went down too.

Once I was up, I ran up the last few steps. I had my hand in a fist and was about to knock when I herd a voice from inside, "Come in Elizabeth." It was Professor Dumbledore's soft voice. I noticed the laughter in it. Probably herd me take my tumble.

I sighed and opened the door. Dumbledore was seated behind a huge wooden desk. It was full of gadgets and gizmos. Actually his whole room was full of them. There were two chairs that sat a few inches in front of his desk. Violet McCain occupied the one to the right. She sat with her legs crossed and hands clasped together on her knees.

She was wearing her Slytherin robes. Her hair was pulled into a high pony tail and had two bows tied around it. One was green and the other was black, showing her pride for Slytherin. Violet preoccupied herself by smoothing out her plaid skirt, such a lady like action thing to do.

Dumbledore asked me to sit while using his hand to gesture over the chair next to Violet. I nodded and obeyed. I looked totally improper next to Violet. I was slouched down in my chair while she was sitting up straight, back not even touching the chair's comfy back.

"Professor Dumbledore, sir?" I said.

"Yes Elizabeth?" he asked smiling at me.

"Um…This may say a bit rude but…What is she doing here? I though we were going to talk about my…condition…" I spared a glance over at Violet. She looked unfazed at my remarks.

"Ahh Miss Elizabeth," Dumbledore started, smiling even wider, "Miss Violet here has something in common with you. She's a vampire too."

"Half of a vampire Professor Dumbledore," Violet pointed.

WHAT! HALF! I started to curse in my head. Violet was half of a vampire. And half witch. Boy was this adventure getting better and better by the second. I rolled my eyes behind my closed eyelids. What more could possibly happen, Isabelle dying on me? Don't think that, I told myself, dad would strangle me.

"Oh." I muttered out. It was the best thing I could think of.

"Yes. I thought you might like someone more like yourself to be with."

No. Not really. What I really would like is to be home, reading books and staying inside away from the blazing sun. Oh well, can't have everything.

I smiled as a way of thanking him. Violet looked totally unsatisfied though. I actually thanked God that she couldn't read my mind. Vampires couldn't read other Vampires minds. I hated it but then again really enjoyed it.

"Ok, now on with the feeding." Dumbledore finally said, "There's a forest called the Dark Forest. You and Violet will be feeding there. Violet knows the forest well, she'll be helping you for the first few times. I don't know how much you feed-"

"Once each week, maybe twice, depends on how thirsty I am. What about you?" I asked Violet.

"Two times a month." She smiled.

How in the world can she not get so thirsty? I mean she lives near fresh blood everyday. I'm going crazy over here. Oh wait…I forgot she's HALF vampire. Haha how could I forget?

"I see." I murmured under my breath, but it was still loud enough for her to hear.

Violet stared at me through narrowed eyes. I let out a sigh and turned my attention to Dumbledore. He was smiling at us and I decided to be polite and smiled back. I'm sure Violet gave him an award winning smile. I'm positive she did. Miss Perfect? Yes I think so.

"So when do you need to feed again?" Dumbledore asked in a sweet toned voice. I suppose he's trying hard not to hurt my feelings. What a great man he is.

"Soon," I said, "Probably Friday." I was lying. It should be today. Tonight or right now…But I could tuff it out. I know I could.

"Ok you find Violet that evening and she'll lead you into the forest."

"Ok, Professor Dumbledore. I will find Violet Friday evening, around twilight. Can I be excused now? I need to find Isabelle. Its lunch time and I promised to meet her." I said in a very sweet tone, matching Violet's.

Dumbledore nodded and I left. My breeze made the papers stir as I rushed out. I walked down the stair case and was in the Great Hall in no time. I scanned the room, a few people sat at the tables chatting away and stuffing their faces. I took the advanced and sat down at the Slytherin table and added food to my plate.

I only put a small amount of food on the plate. I picked around at it then the hall began to fill with students. My plate of food looked like I had really eaten something. I was overwhelmed with joy. That meant I didn't really have to eat lunch either. I'd come here before everyone and make it look like I ate something. That left only dinner to eat.

Isabelle came bouncing in with a few first years trailing behind her. She smiled at me and took the seat to my right. She started to pile food onto her plate. She looked at my plate and gave me a look.

"I ate some." I whispered.

She just nodded and went on pilling the food onto her plate. I'm sure I went a little paler watching her. Draco came walking in like he owned the place. He saw me and strolled over and took the seat to my left.

"How was your morning?" I asked as soon as he grabbed an apple.

"Just like any normal morning at school," he shrugged after his statement and bit into the apple. He chewed and swallowed before asking me how my morning with a simple, "And yours?"

"Just lovely," I said turning my gaze to the wall.

Draco's scent was strong at the moment, probably because he had sweat on the bridge of his nose from the hot muggy morning. He didn't look at all look disgusting with sweat like most men but, of course, he only had a small amount, you could only see it when the light hit it. Making it glisten. Jesus, how could one be so appealing to my eyes?

I shook my thoughts away and turned my attention to Isabelle. Draco was talking with friends, being the bad ass I suspected he was, so I thought, hell he's not talking to me might as well talk to shrimp over here.

"So," I started, "you like your classes?" I asked making Isabelle's head snap up. I had never really talked to her like this before. I'm sure it shocked the hell out of her as it did me.

"I like them. I can't wait until tomorrow. That's when we start learning spells!" she said with enthusiasm. She started on about her classes, using her hands as she talked and explained. I had to dodge a few hand gestures so she wouldn't punch me or smack me aside the head.

Once she was done filling me in about her classes she asked me how was my morning. I told her it was boring just like any other day. I sighed and stared down at Isabelle. She wasn't that bad of a kid. I can't believe I just said that. I moaned and dropped my head into my hands.

"What's wrong?" Isabelle asked.

"Nothing," I said, muffled because I was talking into my hands.

"Oh. Ok." She said and started to eat.

Draco tapped my shoulder and I looked up. He nodded his head to the door. I guess he was telling me 'Let's go into the hallway'. Hmmm wonder if it was safe enough to get him alone? Sure. If I wasn't strong enough I'd run away. And tell him I was feeling sick and didn't was to get throw up all over him. There, that was a swell plan.

He got up and I tilted my head back, to look at him just so I knew he wanted me to come with him. He stood there waiting, a true sign that he wanted me to follow. I got up. Told Isabelle I'd see her later and I followed Draco into the hall. The doors slammed behind us.

"Wanted to talk to you," He finally said after a few moments of silence.

He was facing the wall, hands deep down in the pockets of his black slacks. I stared at the back of his neck, rocking on the heels of my feet. My hands were clasped in front of me. I had the urge to sink my teeth into Draco's neck. But I resisted the feeling, telling myself I was stronger than my urge.

"About?" I finally asked, turning my gaze to my feet. I felt Draco turn around and look at the top of my head. He sighed and walked over to me. Our toes were touching and I felt his index finger lift my chin up so he could see my face.

I grimaced and tried to back away but I didn't get far. I ran into the hard stoned wall. Draco chuckled under his breath. His eyes looked deep down into my eyes. I noticed his eyes were filled with extreme hunger. Not the kind of hunger mine were filled with. But the kind that had to do with his lips on mine.

I turned my head so he couldn't kiss me. I bit my lower lip, trying to control every ounce of pouncing on him. Draco guided my face back so he could look at me and then his eyes stared deep into mine. With is free hand he brushed my hair that had fallen over my eye.

His touch sent chills down my body. Giving me this feeling I haven't felt in so long. He started to do that human gesture. The one were the guy starts to lean in, his eyes locked on yours, but then hesitates before landing his lips onto yours. I guess it was like asking if it was ok before actually kissing.

I didn't stop him so he took it as a yes. His soft warm lips brushed against my cold lips. I could have sworn there were butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't for sure because I totally lost myself in the moment. My lips parted under Draco's. His tongue swept inside my cold mouth. My tongue met his and rubbed up against his.

This was wonderful, pure bliss. Something I'd been craving since the day Colin left me. And I was total control of myself. Because I knew I couldn't kill Draco even if I wanted to. Even as the kiss deepened, I still had control. I felt some of it slipping, but who's wouldn't? I mean I was kissing the boy whose scent made me crave his blood.

I could hear Draco's blood racing and his heart pounding faster. If I had a real beating heart, it would be going much faster than his. But my inhuman blood was racing. I ran my hands threw Draco's hair and pulled him closer by lacing my fingers threw his hair. I stood on my tip toes so I could get closer. I wanted to be closer, if it were possible. I felt Draco put a hand on the wall next to my head, to support him, so he wouldn't fall. Draco's other hand was rested at the best of my neck, his thumb rubbing it gently.

Draco's hand on the wall balled into a fist. I didn't know why though. But I realized soon after because he put his hand on top of mine, I was pulling Draco's hair too hard. I loosened my grip on his hair. Our actions didn't stop us from sucking the life out of each other. I found it funny because Draco couldn't possible suck the life out of me but I could suck his out. But I didn't laugh. I just kept on kissing him.