(A/N): Hey! We're back with chapter three, which was written by Chasta! And we've decided on a title which sounds so effin hott! LoL!

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter . . . -cries hysterically- but we'll play with them all we want, damn it! Oh, and, God Bless J.K. Rowling for her sheer brilliance!

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Its dark, its night, as a sleek figure slips into a room with an unsuspecting follower. There is the rustling of wings as the hooded figure looks up with bright, shining eyes, but nothing can be seen. The follower sits down, the sleek figure moves closer, a hand stretched out for its neck, followed by the sound of scratching flesh. There is a faint smell of blood in the air, before it was carried away on a gust of wind. The figure stood, their face inches from the others neck, teeth bared. With the loud of a squawk, a hand was laid on the hooded figure's shoulder, turning them around haphazardly. The hood fell delicately, resting on their shoulders. "What are you . . . oh Merlin!"

Zephyr looks into the eyes of the girl from the train. Draco, the follower, began to come to. "Where am I?" Malfoy asked a little confused.

"Erm . . . you went for a walk, remember?" Zephyr said, thinking on the stupidity of it.

"Oh, yeah!" Malfoy muttered, standing and walking from the room absentmindedly. Zeph and the crimson-haired teen stood in silence, eye-to-eye, hers which looked like they were changing from yellow to deep, bright red, before she ran from the room, Zephyr at her heels.

"Wait a second!" Zephyr shouted. "Just who do you think you are!"

"You cost me a lot back there!" the girl said, stopping abruptly and turning with a snap, looking dead into Zephyr's eyes. Zephyr only saw a glazed stare, conveying no emotion.

"It was you," Zephyr began, "you're the one that was on the grounds last night! You're the vampire!"

"Wow . . . took you long enough, Sherlock!" she hissed, a sarcastic tone definable under her sneer. The she turned and walked slowly, with feather-light steps. Zephyr followed, still slightly in shock. He reached to turn her around again, but she snapped around and grabbed him by the scruff of his robes. "Don't you ever touch me you . . ." she began, stopping when she felt the familiar charm.

She pushed him to the wall, his eyes widening. She took her razor-sharp nails and ripped the neck of the Slytherin' robes, then picked up the crystalline phial, filled with deep crimson liquid. ". . . vampire." She finished with a tone of disbelief, releasing him from her vice-like grip. She bowed, followed closely by Zephyr, and then reached out a hand. It was a test . . . the test. She knew of it, and so did he.

Zephyr reached out and grabbed her hand. Then they began the handshake that had been embedded into their mind, heart, and soul for as long as they remembered. She pulled away slowly. "Halfling" she whispered under her breath.

"What gave it away? Was I a little off on the shake? Or was it the second time around? Or was it twice then start or shake three times? Did I skip the most important part?" Zephyr rambled uncontrollably.

"Shut up!" she said, almost laughing. "It was the ever so slight warmth of your hand."

"Oh." Zephyr was laughing. "Damn your strong!" he said, rubbing his the small of his back contently.

"Clan name?" she asked suddenly.

"Huh . . . oh, uh, -Pectus ab tuus Victus- . . . one of the oldest clans out there." He said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"I know, it's my clan as well. If you were tad bit better at the shake, I wouldn't have to ask!" she said comically.

Zephyr could have sworn he saw her gaze lighten. Suddenly, she grabbed his neck and threw him against the cold stone wall of the corridor, into the shadows, then moving herself in front of him, cementing them in place. "What's going on . . . did your hair just turn black?" Zephyr said, confounded.

"Shut up!" she scathed.

"But . . ."

"Shh!"

"I . . ."

"QUIET! Shut up or I'll kill you!"

Zephyr holds his breathe, not wanting to upset her. They tense as Filch runs awkwardly by, rounding the corner ahead. Once he disappears, they step out into the moonlight, Zephyr letting the recent events to absorb into his mind! "Is your hair black!" Zephyr asked again.

"Yeah," she began, "it changes color to my mood, like my eyes."

"Wait a sec; I don't even know your name!"

"It's Kisea, Kisea LoLaine Amilie, and yours?" Keisa asked.

I'm Zephyr Cristov McKaine . . . just call me Zeph!" he smiled.

They walked in silence, just glade to be in each others company of their kind. When a white blur came down the hallway and under the cloak of Kisea, she bent down and picked up a creature that resembled a white rat. "What is- is that a rat!" he said, bewildered.

"No, it's an Ermine, kind of like an albino ferret, but cuter!" Kisea said, fiddling with the Ermine. "I have a big thing for animals!"

"Really? Me too! I'm a vegetarian! Well, except for the whole, blood thing!" He laughed. She nodded in agreement.

They walked until they reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Kisea turned and paced with her eyes closed, before a door appeared. She turned the knob and walked in. Inside were shelves upon shelves of phials of what appeared to be blood. Zeph read the labels which varied form '12-24 yrs.' to '55-80 yrs.' Zeph stood in place, shocked. "Ahh, 16, sweet, but with attitude." She opened it and took a huge drink, before making a face of disgust. "Bit too much attitude!" she said, the returned to scanning through the labels. She finally decided to settle with an 18 year old.

Zeph had tried a really sweet 12 year old, a 55 year old which tasted funny, and a 32 year old. "Tangy!" Zeph said.

"Is something wrong?" Kisea said on the walk back.

"Oh, nothing!" Zeph said, deep in thought.

"I thought you would like that room . . ." Kisea said.

"Oh, I did!" Zeph piped up.

They walked quietly as dawn approached and soon they bumped into Malfoy, coming down from the North Tower. They all stopped abruptly. "Hey, Kisea, where have you been? I thought we had a date?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, uh, you said you needed to walk, uhhh, something about a rain check!" Keisa said.

"Oh well, tomorrow?" he asked with hope glaring in his eyes.

"Sure!" Kisea said, walking away quickly.

They walkedand she soon went towards the kitchens and him toward the Dungeons. It was a few hours until breakfast, and they had a long day ahead.

(A/N): Sorry it was so short, but Chasta couldn't think of anything else for her chapter! Poor girl, I swear sometime I think she has . . . BRAIN CANCER! Lol, JK! Don't forget to review!

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