AN: I've decided that i need a short break on both my storys... (i'm getting on average 6 hours of sleep, and i can't think when i'm tired. the proof of that is going from a 95 to a 38 in math)

so, i'll be back in 2-4 weeks (i promise it will be no longer)

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Everyone's got a purpose and wants to be loved I think I found my purpose I think I found love -Papa Roach

(about 1 month later)

/I miss my parents.../ Harry thought to himself, as he lay sprawled on the bed. He had been there for weeks now and it was beginning to show.

Harry had changed, more than a bit. Physically and maybe mentally. He found what it was he had been looking for all his life. Draco. His mate.

The Harry Draco knew was uninhibited, fervent... loving, and occasionally brutally passionate. Harry was happy here. He felt at home here with Draco and his parents; Harry had eventually met Draco's mother when the family had sat down for dinner the night that Harry had found his mate.

Draco still refused to talk to his father; Harry was confused about the man. It was his dreams. They showed Lucius planning Harry's death in a dark room with several others. Harry had no idea what to make of the situation. Not to mention he had no idea what the man was thinking every time Harry caught Lucius staring at him. Which was whenever they were in the same room. But, Narcissa, she had told Harry to call her that, hadn't seemed too worried, so he tried to not be either.

Harry had also noticed that the servants, strange looking creatures called house-elves, were apparently terrified of his mate. Harry had tried to ask why but Draco had just looked away, saying nothing; Narcissa told him afterwards to wait until Draco was ready to tell him.

Reminiscing, he got up to once again look at himself in the mirror. The clothes he wore, though not at the moment, were the same; it was just everything else that was different. The new paleness of his skin, due to Draco's blood running through him, the brightness of him eyes, the rosy pinkness of his lips... Under which Harry could see slight fangs; they weren't anything that would immediately be noticed, though.

He had a hard time pulling himself away sometimes. If only he was a full vampire... Harry had thought he had come close to becoming one that first time, when the sensations were still new, but Draco had told him it would take time. A gradual change, as long as Harry continued to feed off him.

/Narcissist.../ Harry heard from the other boy on the bed.

/Am not./ He pouted, once again surprising himself. Again, something he wouldn't have done in the past.

"Are too." Draco switched to spoken words, as he got up, his body just as bare as Harry's. He tightly wrapped his arms around Harry. He almost couldn't believe that he was here. Harry had agreed to stay with him. However, Draco could tell that he wasn't entirely happy.

/I am.../ Harry tried to protest, hearing Draco's thoughts. He still couldn't hear everything that went through the other boys head, but he did hear the majority.

/No, you're not. Let's go visit them then, Arris./ Draco didn't mind leaving his home for a little while, as long as Harry was with him. He only wanted for Harry to be happy.

Harry shook his head. /I'm not ready, yet/ He didn't know what would happen if he brought Draco home to meet his parents. What was he going to say? "Hi mom, hi dad, this is my boyfriend Draco. He's a vampire, I hope you don't mind." most likely wouldn't go over to well. Not only would the vampire part be upsetting, but then there was the boyfriend part. Not to mention what his friends would think. Nothing could get him to leave Draco, but he didn't want to loose his friends.

"You don't have to tell them yet, Harry." Draco replied. "I just know that you miss them."

"I do but..."

"No. we're going." Draco nipped at Harry's neck treasingly to distract him. The resulting moan told him he was successful.

"Fine." Harry said faintly. Draco knew all of his weaknesses. Then again, Harry knew almost all of Draco's.

/Actually, there's a lot I don't know about him.../

"We'll talk later. First let's get packed." He said while drapping his arms loosly over Harry's shoulders.

Harry nodded before turning and pouncing on his lover.

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"I'm sure he'll show up, Mrs Potter." Hermione assured Harry's mother. She had come over to comfort her and had dragged Ron along with her.

It wasn't that Ron hadn't wanted to be there for them; he just didn't know what to do. What do you tell your best friend's parents when he disappears?

"That's what I keep telling myself, but it hasn't happened yet. It's been over a month and I have to face it; he isn't coming home."

"He had no reason to run away, Lily. He'll be back." James came back into Living room holding a tray of glasses. He set them on the table before handing his wife one of them.

"But I hope he did run, James. Otherwise he has been kidnapped, and I don't even want to think about that." She whispered, clutching the glass.

"Don't worry Mrs Potter." Ron tried to smile a bit, but failed. What else could he say?

"I-"

Lily was interrupted when she heard the lock on the front door and a jingle of keys.

Everyone froze.

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AN: I know this chapter is shorter than the others, but I thought it was best to cut it there for suspense... See you in 2-4 weeks!

also, i decided to make James more understanding than I usually see him... so he's probably more than a bit ooc.