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A/N: Thank you to The-Daughter-of-Voldemort, therealDM, and Seffy Squigglemink for your reviews. Hope you all like this chapter. A small warning that I'll probably be changing rating soon to T.

Chapter Three

He sat down and let Madam Pomfrey take a look at his shredded gums. She prodded at the decently sized fangs protruding over his lower lip and he flinched.

"Dear Lord!" he cried pulling back to glare up at her accusingly.

"I'm afraid there's not a lot I can do about the sore fangs, but I can however fix your gums," Madam Pomfrey said. She uttered a few healing spells and the burn vanished.

"Thanks a bunch ma'am," he said. He went to get up when she put one small hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the infirmary bed.

"Open your mouth again," she said. He did as told and she took a good look at his fangs.

He watched as she brought a small needle up and scraped at the fang. She then dropped it into a small vile and put a cork over it. "You may go," she said.

"What's that for?" Draco asked.

"Professor Snape needed a sample of your enamel to see if he could find a cure. Since the fangs are still new they're easier to scrape at. Fangs are not the same as human teeth."

And with that he left.

He walked down the corridor, his shoes hitting the stone floor with a soft thud. For some reason he thought this new development made him even more devilish than before. He ran a hand through his hair and decided he wanted to take a look at what that demonic creature had given him the night before.

He turned into the boy's lavatory and walked to the mirror. There he stood looking at a new him…He didn't really know if it was an improved version or…

"Or a total train wreck," he whispered to himself. He brushed a strand of his hair out of his face. There was no color to him…not like he had any before now. He seemed even paler if that were even possible. He smiled at himself and there they were. They were shaped perfectly, and masculine. Just what fangs should be, in his opinion, if he had to have them.

It was then that the lavatory door opened and Weasley came in.

Malfoy was picking at his sharp teeth in the mirror, and he was so surprised at Ron's entrance that he pricked himself on his finger. He turned and looked at the Weasel.

"Malfoy," Ron said cautiously. He nodded at him. He then walked over the urinals and pulled his robes aside so he could reach his slacks.

"Tell me, Weasel," Draco muttered loud enough so that Ron could hear him. He was staring fixedly at Ron making him feel nervous. It was almost as though he was being hunted and he was about to be caught with his pants down.

Draco came closer to him.

"Why did this happen to me of all people?" Draco asked.

"I-I don't know," Ron stuttered.

"I mean, what is so god damn appealing about me?" Malfoy went on. If he reached out he could touch Ron.

Weasley finished peeing and zipped his pants up. He turned to face Draco who was glaring at him. They were about eye level with each other.

"Again, I can't help you there Malfoy," Ron said, moving towards the sink.

"They call this death yet my heart still beats. How is that death?" Draco muttered. He then spun Ron around grabbing his hand and putting it to his chest. Water seeped down Draco's shirt from Weasel's hand.

"Can you feel it beat?" he asked Ron, whose eyes were wide.

"Yes," Ron said trying to pull his hand out of Draco's grip. Malfoy was squeezing hard as he stared at Ron.

"I've got to fix this," he whispered. And with that Draco was gone from the bathroom.

"What the hell was that?" Ron asked aloud to nobody in particular.

Draco turned the corner of the hall and ran into Pansy who seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. He grabbed her small shoulders to support her from falling. She pulled out of his grasp.

"Jesus, Draco, you're cold!" she gasped. Draco put his hands together to try and feel what she felt but he couldn't.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, putting his hands in his pockets quickly.

"So, er, how are you doing?" she asked. She was usually all over him when she ran into him but not now. She smiled nervously.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Draco asked her, frowning. Her eyes widened.

"Weird?" she repeated looking up at him.

"Pans, I'm just the same as I've always been," Draco said feeling a bit annoyed.

"Yeah except for the small fact that you've got two bloody great shark teeth in your mouth!" Pansy yelled. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Draco snapped, his voice rising as well.

She reached up suddenly and grabbed the small piece of gauze that had been placed over the vampire bite. She then ripped it off and threw it on the floor.

"That your wound wasn't a burn!" she cried up at him. He rolled his eyes.

"It's not important," he muttered, pushing past her. She spun around and grabbed his elbow. He spun around.

"Yes it is important!" she yelled up at him. Just as this was going on Potter and Granger came into view at the end of the hall. "Why Draco!"

"Because I knew you'd treat me like a disease! Or a leper or something!" Draco screamed, finally losing his temper with her.

This had caused Potter and Granger to pause at the end of the hall. He turned and stormed off down the hall. Just by the way Pansy was looking at him, he knew that he was right. If she had turned on him, so had the rest of Slytherin.

When his eyes met Potter's he quickly looked away and hurried down the stairs.

Pansy stared after Draco almost longingly. She hadn't known that it was even possible to wound the Slytherin Prince. She remembered how she had talked about vampires earlier to him in the infirmary. Her tone that is.

"You should've know, Pansy," she muttered to herself as she watched him turn the corner. He didn't look too good. She turned and continued on her way down the corridor.

Weasley came out of the bathroom looking as though he were lost in his thoughts, and twice that day, Pansy ran collided with someone. He looked down at her, slightly dazed.

"Sorry," he muttered as he spotted Harry, and Hermione. She didn't reply but kept walking. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Draco sat on his bed when there was a small tapping sound on the window. He jumped up suddenly alarmed and spun towards the source of the noise expecting to find that same lineless face and dark gleaming eyes again. But it was his owl Lucifer. The owl had an envelope tied securely to his talon.

Draco opened the window to let Lucifer in. The owl hooted happily and landed on Draco's shoulder, nipping at his ear and then proceeding to mess his neatly gelled hair. Yes he had a feeling he looked like a perfect Dracula with his hair slicked back and all that good stuff.

He opened the envelope to find his mother's writing inside.

Dear Draco,

Your headmaster popped into the kitchen fire today. He told me all about your little incident last night and I must say, I'm very proud of you for fending off that retched creature. It takes amazing strength to defeat a vampire, for they're immortal and they don't die as humans do. You should thank your father for teaching you the flame charm. Sometimes it takes months for one so young as you to master it. He also told me of your wounds and your father and I are distressed. I do hope you're not in pain dear. I just hope you'll be strong. Don't let it ruin you, and if those brutes you call friends start to give you problems, forget them. Leave them behind you. And, you know Draco, you could always use this little change to your advantage but you didn't hear it from me…One more thing before Mrs. Parkinson comes over for afternoon tea, thank you for your lovely letter. It was much appreciated.

Love From Your Father and Mother

Draco read that letter over and over again. "Your father and I are distressed. I do hope you're not in pain dear." Draco found a small smile on quiver on his lips, but he wiped it off of his face just as quickly as it had been there.

Well at least his mother loved him…

Draco straightened his robes and went to his dormitory to change.

He flung his trunk open and reached around. He pulled out a long trench coat that he had gotten over the summer. He had a pair of black baggy jeans with several zippers and chains. He stared at them considering it. He then pulled out his studded belt and a pair of combat boots. He stopped again to consider it. Him in muggle clothing? He would look like a Goth as they called it in that shameful world. But didn't vampires look Goth anyways? Why was he so concerned about living up to the vampire reputation any ways? He pulled off his school robes any way and pulled the other clothing on. If he was going to play dress up he was going to go all the way.

This little change in style had been triggered when he'd gone to a muggle club with Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Millicent Bulstrode.

Flashback:

The strobe lights flashed before Draco's eyes. The way that the bass pumped into his wizard ears and the way that the strobes blinded him was enough to cause a seizure or something. They were playing rock or something like that.

The little muggles were gyrating against each other. They looked like one single organism as they rubbed and bumped each other. The heat in the crowd was almost unbelievable when the five of them entered the group.

It was then that he saw her. He had felt hands against his back, climbing up his shoulder blades slowly. They reached the base of his neck and ran along his shoulders. The touch was so alien to Draco that he stood stock-still. The creature behind him spun him around to face her and…

Pause in train of thought…

Draco had almost forgotten about that beautiful woman. He had already been pretty messed up by the time they'd reached the club. She had been about his age. No older. She… He began to dig for the memory but the whole night had been foggy. His change of style had been triggered by… His head suddenly pounded with the memory.

Flashback began again:

He looked down to see pretty white hands placed on his muscular, but slender shoulders. A chill went through him as his eyes met hers. She smiled. Her skin was pale white and her face was framed by wavy black hair. Her eyes were a blue green color. Her lips were pale but had a peachy color to them. She raised an eyebrow up at him.

Draco tried to pull away slightly but found her grip on him freakishly tight. A slow smile played on her lips. She leaned forward and pressed her cold little mouth to his neck. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue brushed his flesh. The feeling of fear was unfamiliar to him, but he was sure that's what he felt. There was something slightly demonic to the girl. He then felt two sharp little points press slightly just below his jawbone.

It was then that he came into view.

When Draco thought about it more, the man must have been her escort or companion. They were definitely his kind. Vampires…

Flashback:

Chains glimmered off of him. Spiked jewelry. A long trench coat. Knee high combat boots with studs and buckles. He was a man, taller than Draco and older too. Maybe twenty-five. He put his pale fingers, the nails polished black, on her forearm and pulled her back as though she were a dog with a chain around her neck. Technically she was wearing a spiked dog collar. But then again, so was he.

She let go, almost reluctantly. Draco saw him whisper something to her, as the fog machines turned on. She nodded and they were gone in the crowd again. Draco didn't see them again the rest of the night.

They left the club at three in the morning. It was called the Nocturnal. It stayed open until just before dawn but they had all decided to leave early. Curfew had long since expired and Draco was sure he'd be in deep shit but personally didn't care all that much.

In that time frame, he had made out with several girls and a couple of guys as well. Not by his choice of course. Malfoys could not be homosexual! One of the many rules in the Malfoy book of honor. He hadn't protested much until he opened his eyes to find a man standing there. An older man at that. (Draco Shivered slightly.) A younger woman had slipped her tongue in his mouth and he felt something round slip onto his tongue. Whatever it was made everything seem brighter. Everything felt better. Pansy had touched his arm and the feeling had sent a slight jolt through him.

They pulled up at the Malfoy manor and Draco staggered out. He had a joint in his hand and he put it out on Blaise' tire of his dad's car. It was then that Draco climbed up the drainpipe and fell through his open window lying face down on his wonderful cushiony bed. He grinned into his black comforter and passed out. Lucky for him his parents had gone out that night as well and got home ten minutes after him.

Draco found himself staring over the school grounds. He probably wouldn't ever have another night like that one again. Then suddenly a new idea dawned in his clever mind.

Use this new problem to his advantage… If they wouldn't accept him for who he is…he would make them see it his way. One bit was contagious. He found himself thinking of all his followers becoming what he had been turned so unwillingly into.

"A vampire clan," he whispered to himself. "That's it. You'll start an epidemic and make it spread like the plague…"

There was planning to do. First he would find out how to make the potion Snape had agreed so generously to make. And then he'd work from there…

A/N: All right. I hope you liked it! Review it if you want more! And if you really, really, really liked it, you'll be able to find it under rating T soon! Thanks a bunch for those of you who have taken the time to read my work!