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Chapter Four Find HimIt was six-twenty nine a.m. and all in the Slytherin boy's dormitories were sleeping.
Blaise was tangled in his sheets, Crabbe was half in and half out of bed, Goyle lay flat on his back, stark naked, snoring loudly, and Draco Malfoy was smothered in his pillow breathing softly, with his nose squashed to one side. It would've been a funny sight if you were to walk into that particular dorm.
Six-thirty came and…
The alarm clock on Draco's bed went off with sharp buzzes that would've woken the whole dorm, if the volume would've been any louder. He managed to stir Blaise who looked groggily at him and then fell back into his stupor.
His silver eyes opened groggily and he pushed himself up off of his pillows, his stiff muscles begging him to go slow. He flipped his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up.
Draco stretched and yawned scratching at the bite on his neck. It felt really good for a second, and then it started to burn horrendously when he accidentally stuck his pinky in the bottom puncture wound.
"Shit," he whispered covering it with his hand. He entered the bathroom to find that the gauze had fallen off in the middle of the night. He could usually scratch the itch through his gauze but since it wasn't there he only managed in making himself bleed a bit.
He turned the shower on, deciding that he'd cover the wound after he was done. He then walked back into the dormitory as the shower heated up, to grab his towel. He threw it over his bare shoulder and walked soundlessly past the boys.
He slipped out of his black boxers and stepped into the shower, letting himself be engulfed by the steam, as the hot water eased his muscles, loosening him up.
When the worst of the aches had ebbed away he began to wash, first his hair, then his body. After that he brushed his teeth using the right spell for the job. His gums tingled and his fangs throbbed as the bubbles flew around his mouth at maximum speed. When it was done he was left with minty foam on his tongue and he spit it out. He then wrapped his towel around his waist and entered the dorms again.
It was seven o'clock. He quickly got dressed in a black wife beater, baggy slacks and his school robes over all that. He then quickly slicked back his hair and experimented with eyeliner. He wanted it to look like he had a little bit of color left to him. When he was done he looked at the neat black lines he'd drawn under his eyes and approved.
He walked down the steps leading to the common room to find it utterly deserted. He then left through the entrance and found himself in the hall, again completely alone. The two knights behind him snoozed as he disappeared around the corner.
Little did our new Slytherin Vampire King know, his kind were meeting to discuss their missing member's whereabouts.
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"He's a rogue," said the young man. "He killed his own creator after he was bitten."
He was tall and sat painfully straight as he addressed their elder.
The vampire sat on his thrown looking down at them in interest. He wore a black shirt that was stretched tight across his chest. He looked no older than the rest of his offspring that sat around him, but looks could be deceiving. He had made this batch for special purposes. They could all be in the sunlight so they could guard him in the day, and do his bidding as well.
"The mortal killed Daduayus?" he asked softly. "He had the strength to kill one of our kind after being bitten you say?"
"We couldn't bring him back father," the young man said. "The wizards came to the rescue before we had a chance to round them all up. Rachel was killed."
"So I've heard," he muttered rubbing his knuckles on his chin. "There were only three in all that I sent you for," the elder said slowly.
"Yes," the young man replied. He was sitting next to a young girl who had wavy black hair and greenish blue eyes. She sat patiently and listened, but if you looked closer, you could see the wheels turning in her mind.
"So this rogue you speak of, Raven, what does he look like?" the elder asked.
Raven thought for a moment, when the young girl spoke.
"We saw him at Nocturnal not too long ago, in the company of his friends," she said quietly.
Raven turned towards her, his eyes brightening. "That's right!" he said turning towards Elder, who leaned forward on his thrown. "He came to the Nocturnal!" he said.
The Nocturnal was a club that was built so that the vampires could meet and discuss plans and such. They opened it to the public to have the cover of mortals as they spoke of important issues, as to not be disturbed.
"He was about 6'1" and was blonde. He was very young…" Raven muttered.
"What was a wizard doing in our neck of the woods?" came another voice from the right. They turned to find a vampire named Ryan standing against the doorway of their Elder's royal chambers.
If you didn't already know, the Nocturnal was built in the muggle part of town.
"They're just children," Elder said. "They were looking for a bit of fun that would get them in trouble if they were caught. Thus bringing them into the muggle world, as wizards call it."
The room fell silent until Elder spoke again.
"I want you to find this new fledgling for me," he said looking down at Raven and the young girl. "Track him down some how…and if you do manage to do it, bring him to me. If not we'll have to find him other ways."
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Draco sat, chewing on his toast, and grimacing slightly. His fangs twinged at the slightest contact and he wished they'd stop being sore so he could get back to eating whatever he wanted when he wanted. His body still seemed to need the nutrients from food so he ate the toast anyways.
Hermione Granger sat at the Gryffindor table a little ways away. She was eating oatmeal and reading some schoolbook that was propped up against the milk jug on her end of the table.
Draco continued to gnaw finding it extremely difficult. He then threw the toast down on his plate and glared at it hotly. It was then that Dumbledore appeared next to him, almost out of nowhere.
"Would you like something softer Mr. Malfoy?" he asked kindly. Draco turned around scowling up at him.
"I'm just fine thanks," he snapped.
"We've got porridge in the kitchen if you'd like," Dumbledore said. "Or Malt-o-Meal."
"Malt-o-Meal?" Draco asked.
"It's mostly grain, but it's very good if you add sugar and milk and such to it," Dumbledore said.
"Sure, whatever," Draco said quickly. "As long as I don't have to chew it."
Dumbledore snapped his fingers and a squat house elf appeared.
"Can you please get Mr. Malfoy some Malt-o-Meal please?" the Professor asked it. It nodded and was gone with a small popping noise. It was back a moment later with a tray that contained a large bowl of the grainy substance, milk, butter, sugar, jelly, and a spoon.
"Do you think I could get some coffee?" Draco asked it.
Again the house elf was gone. Dumbledore walked off with his hands clasped behind his back and a small smile upon his lips.
Draco picked up the milk and poured it into the lump of Malt-o-Meal and stirred it in until it became a little more watery and easier to put a spoon through. He then added sugar and a bit of butter. The jelly he wasn't very sure of so he put it aside and took a spoon full. He had to admit the taste wasn't all that bad, but it needed to be sweeter.
His coffee came, and since everything was still warm, his breakfast was a pleasant one. It soothed his sore fangs and filled him up after two bowls of that stuff.
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He sat in DADA and listened to Snape talk about the Unforgivable Curses. He had finally gotten the job he wanted early in the year. They had found a teacher who would feel in for him right away but he hadn't shown when they had their first potions class, so Snape filled in one last day.
Pansy came and sat with him right before the bell had wrung and she put her hand on his leg.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
"About?" Draco asked turning towards her, his eyebrow raised.
"I wanted to apologize about yesterday," she said. "I don't think you're diseased or a leper. I was just upset that you didn't tell me right away."
"Mmm," he muttered taking notes, and not really paying attention.
"Let me make it up to you," she whispered.
If Draco's ears could've perked up they would have.
"How?" he asked a sly smile forming on his face.
"Anything you want," she said, squeezing his leg a bit. She smiled back at him. He looked to make sure Snape wasn't watching, which he wasn't because he was yelling at Neville about something, and leaned over to kiss her.
She kissed him back and licked his bottom lip. They broke apart when the yelling subsided and turned back to their notes.