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Chapter 2: Questions

Gryffindor Common Room

Harry was just about to slip out and meet Draco for lunch, when Ron confronted him. "Where ya goin' mate? Haven't seen you around in a while," Ron commented calmly staring at his friend.

"I, uh, no where really. I was just going out for a walk, now so if you'll excuse me," Harry replied.

"Hey, I'll walk with you," Ron said throwing his cloak over his shoulders.

"No! I, uh, kind of wanted to go alone. If you know what I mean," Harry answered edging towards the door.

"Oh, well you know, Harry, you've been doing that an awful lot lately. What's up? You only walk if there's something bothering you," Ron reasoned stepping closer to his friend.

Oh! I've got to go. I'm already late, Harry thought. "Uh, well Ron, you know how it is. Just everything. The war's going to end soon, I'm just not sure that I'm prepared for it, that's all," Harry said.

"Well, all right mate, go take your walk, but I think we need to talk when you get back," Ron answered.

"Sure thing Ron," Harry replied, ducking out of the portrait hole.

"Hey, Ron? Did Harry leave again?" Hermione asked, stepping out from behind the bookcase.

"Yeah, he seemed in a hurry for someone who's just going to take a walk," Ron murmured.

Quidditch Pitch

"What took you so long!" Draco hissed, dropping from the post and throwing his arms round Harry's waist.

"Ron and Hermione, they kept asking questions. I think they might suspect something," Harry answered.

"Oh! Well, come on then let's go. I'm starving," Draco whined.

"Every time you're starving, I get bit!" Harry teased.

"Yeah? I don't hear you complaining," Draco purred, languidly tasting the flesh on Harry's collar bone.(A/N: Just if you're wondering the whole neck licking thing is my absolute favorite!)

"N-ne-never said I was," Harry shuddered.

"You're so cute," Draco chuckled.

"Cute! Now, you've gone too far," teased Harry, wriggling out of Draco's grasp.

"Hey!" Draco complained at the loss of his mate between his arms.

"Catch me if you can!" Harry taunted, turning round and running for the lake.

As if I couldn't Draco thought tapping into his Vampiric speed.

"Nu ah! You're not getting to me that easily. Accio Firebolt," Harry breathed, lifting off the ground on his broom, Harry streaked across the field, parting the grass before him.

"Cheater!" called Draco; leather-like wings sprouting from his back.

"Nu-uh, just evening the odds a little bit. I am a mere mortal after all," Harry called over his shoulder.

"Prat!"

"Bite me!"

"Oh, don't worry, I will," Draco replied sailing after his mate. Harry was teasing him now. He would allow Draco to get within arms reach, and then pick up speed and be off again, laughing all the while.

"I'll get you, Potter!" Draco challenged as Harry streaked off yet again.

"Oh! Sod off, Malfoy," Harry answered shooting a glance beneath his left arm. Draco looks sexy like that, Harry mused commanding more speed into his broom.

The Lake Near the Womping Willow

"Harry's hiding something from us, I know it," Hermione sighed, sitting down on the cool soft grass.

"Yes, I know Hermione, but I'm sure Harry will tell us what's going on when he's ready," Ron answered, gingerly setting himself behind her.

"That's just it! I don't think he plans on telling us anything at all," Hermione sighed, lying gently against Ron.

"Yes, well, let's worry about Harry later, hmmm?" Ron asked, stroking Hermione's bushy locks.

"Kay," she murmured relaxing into Ron's embrace.

Heedless of Ron and Hermione's presence by the womping willow, Harry and Draco resumed their game of cat and mouse.

"I grow tired of this, Harold. Soon my teeth shall be at your neck," Draco bantered, soaring after the still laughing Boy-Who-Lived.

"Don't be so hasty Draconius. This race has only just begun," Harry returned, diving brashly into the limbs of the womping willow.

Harry! What are you doing? Draco sent truly alarmed.

What's the matter Malfoy? Scared? Harry sent back.

Not on your life Draco replied following, though with a moment's hesitation. Struck dumb by the scene before them, Ron and Hermione watched.

Draco Malfoy's a Vampire? Hermione wondered. Spouting meaningless insults, the pair burst out the other side of the womping willow.

"Prat!"

"Wanker!"

"Prick!"

"Prude!"

"Bloody Yankee!"

"Bloody Puritan!"

"Tow Head!"

"Mudblood!"
The words echoed across the field. Eyes widening in shock, Hermione looked on as Draco tackled Harry, and they both fell to the ground.

"Ron, come on! Draco's attacking Harry, we've got to do something!"

"But 'Mione, he's a Vampire!" Ron answered.

"And he's attacking you're best friend! Ronald Weasley, we are going and that's that!" Hermione snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

Yards away Harry and Draco were reveling in the chase.

"You know, all this flying around makes me hungry," Draco whispered into Harry's ear, pinning him to the ground.

"Everything makes you hungry!" Harry gasped in answer, wriggling beneath his touch.

Makes me hot, too! Draco sent, kneeling down and attacking the sensitive flesh around Harry's collarbone yet again.

Mmmmm… keep that up, and you might get lucky, Harry answered.

"Malfoy! Leave my friend alone," Ron commanded, stomping up to the pair.

"If you do not, I will be forced to take action!" Hermione added, striding up behind the youngest male Weasley. Quirking an eyebrow at Harry, Draco sent, What should I do?

They may as well know now, rather than later. Harry sighed, pulling himself off of the ground.

"Umm, 'Mione, there's something you should know," Harry said stepping in front of Draco.

"What? Harry, he attacked you. He was going to suck your blood!" Hermione asked, thoroughly confused.

"I know that, though he didn't attack me. It was more like a tackle really," Harry replied.

"I don't understand, mate. What's this all about?" Ron questioned.

"Let me give it to you in laymen's terms Weasle…err…Weasley," Draco amended at the stern look Harry shot him. "I am a Vampire, and Harry's my mate….."

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