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Chapter Eight

A Meeting in Dumbledore's Office

Draco sat in potions with the new teacher at the front of the class. Potions were brewing and everyone was chattering quietly, for all they had to do was stir their potion every five minutes.

If you were to look into Malfoy's direction, you'd see him looking very agitated, for the potion they were brewing was a vampire repellent.

Pansy had giggled quite hard when the teacher announced the assignment for the day. And of course everyone turned in their seats to stare at Draco who sat at the back of the classroom.

"It is well known that this potion smells very grand to humans but it is very foul smelling to vampires. It imitates the smell of disease when ingested by the user. And if anyone knows anything about vampires, they know that they only attack those who are healthy. For a higher quality of blood," Professor Franklin said peering into Draco's cauldron.

"Tell me mister Malfoy, what do you smell?" he asked in interest. Draco didn't know if the professor was trying to be malicious or if he was just curious.

"It smells like dog shit and vanilla," Draco snapped, glaring up at him.

"Language Mr. Malfoy," he said. "But you say you smell vanilla in the potion?"

"I smell vanilla too!" Neville exclaimed. For the first time his potion was coming out right and he was ecstatic. Everyone turned to congratulate him and then returned their focus quickly back to Draco.

"I also smell vomit, cherry pie, and chocolate," he said simply. The timer went off and Draco stood and stirred his potion.

"You've kept some of your human senses I see," Professor Franklin muttered in interest.

"The process wasn't completed," Draco replied politely, even though he didn't like talking about his permanent situation. Once you got onto the subject of vampires other questions arose such as:

When do you feed?

How many people have you killed?

How many people do you kill a night?

Do you prefer boys or girls?

Have you made any vampires yet?

When you feed, does it make you horny?

Yes, believe it or not, he'd been asked that last question. Of course he'd answered by cursing his fellow Slytherin, and then he'd stalked off with his shoulders hunched.

"Not in the least bit you demented pervert!" Draco had yelled defensively at the crumpled heap on the floor, right before he'd turned the corner. Truthfully, the thrill of the hunt and the kill were kind of…accelerating. But that's only for reader's to know (wink, wink).

The professor moved on and at the end of the class Draco practically bolted out of the classroom before the questions arose again.

At dinner, there was a letter dropped in front of him. He looked around to see who'd dropped it and found Pansy walking away. She turned and winked at him mischievously and sat down with her friends further down.

He picked the letter up in his pale fingers and unfolded it slowly, while eating a piece of chicken. He wiped the grease away with his napkin and held it in front of him to read.

Draco,

Blaise and I have planned a party for this Saturday. As you know it will be open to all of the houses. It will start at eleven o'clock sharp. Don't be late okay?

Luv,

Pansy

Draco looked up and glanced down the table in her direction. She was watching him intently. He nodded and held up the note to tell her he'd be there, and then returned to his chicken.

That night he entered the Slytherin Common room and found Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle playing cards.

"Draco!" Blaise said happily. "Come sit down!"

Draco joined his friends at the table that was set between two large black couches. Draco sprawled out on half the couch that he could, for the other half was occupied by a rather large Crabbe.

"Did you get the invitation mate?" Goyle asked.

"Pansy's invite? Of course I got it," Draco shrugged. "I'm worn guys. This new change has finally taken its toll on me."

"Why don't you go up to bed Malfoy?" Blaise asked.

"Have you got a two of hearts?" Goyle asked.

"Go fish," Blaise said, still looking at Draco.

"You're playing a pussy game like that?" Draco smirked at them, from under half closed lids.

"We were going to play strip poker," Crabbe said. He then turned around to face Pansy and her friends. "BUT THE GIRLS DIDN'T WANT TO COME PLAY WITH US!" he yelled at them.

Pansy rolled her eyes.

"I bet they'd play now that I'm here," Draco smirked at them. He yawned. Blaise shook his head.

"Different appearance, same Malfoy," he muttered. "I don't think the vampire thing's helped you much. I think it's made your head even bigger than before."

"Anyways," Goyle said with a small smile. "You want in Malfoy?"

"What and stick around playing go fish with you losers all night?" Draco asked looking around at them all.

"Well…" Crabbe began. "Yeah…"

Draco's grin widened.

"Yeah I want in," he said.

There was one trait that was unknown when it came to the Slytherins. They were serpents because they were known for being sneaky deceivers. That was only when it came to other houses though. Slytherins were quite loyal to one another. They were united against a school that wasn't particularly fond of them. They came off like savages because they were only sticking up for themselves. Although they didn't really have any desires to have interhouse relations.

As Draco suspected, they spent the rest of Thursday night playing Go Fish.

Friday

Dumbledore sat down in his chair and peered at a tall, slender man. His face was lineless and he looked to be about Forty years old. His eyes were emerald green, much like Potter's, and his mouth was a pale line below his nose. His hair was the color of a raven's feathers and his skin was porcelain white.

"I understand you want to enroll your daughter here?" Professor Dumbledore said.

"Yes…and she's not my daughter," the man said stiffly. Dumbledore was quite convinced that he wasn't a man at all, but a creature trapped in a man's shell. Much like young Draco.

"What's her name?" Dumbledore asked.

"Jesamya Richards," the creature replied. He then put her file down on the desk and slid it to Dumbledore, who took it with a small smile. He flipped through it and read that this particular student used to attend the American wizarding school called Yefferin. She was originally supposed to come to Hogwarts, but her parents met with a slight accident, and were killed. She was then transferred to the United States with her brother to be cared for by her uncle.

"Are you her Uncle then?" Dumbledore asked. The creature nodded.

"Well, you're in luck," Dumbledore said happily. "We have quite a few spaces open for sixth years. She'll be enrolled as soon as we've checked her file more thoroughly."

"I've given you all you need right there," the man said sitting straighter still.

"It's just a precaution," Dumbledore said. "Do you have a picture to go with her file?"

The man/creature dug around and brought out a small wallet. He flipped through it then handed Dumbledore a small photograph. The film was not moving.

The girl in the picture was about sixteen. The picture hadn't been taken very long ago. She had wavy black hair and greenish blue eyes. Her smile was bright and lively. Dumbledore looked closer to find what he was looking for. And sure enough, he could see the small womanly fangs protruding. He looked up questioningly, only to find the recent occupant gone.

He immediately thought of young Mr. Malfoy again. Would it make it easier or harder for him to have another vampire inside of the Hogwarts walls? Would it be a danger to him, or would it be better to have a companion that understood what he was going through? He would have to seek advice from the other heads of house and find out what he could do.

There was a rule that if a student transferred into the Hogwarts wizarding district, they would be accepted immediately. They couldn't turn away her application unless she had a history of violence or some other serious implication.

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Draco sat in Transfiguration. Today he was trying to turn a hissing cockroach into a whistle. It was a simple and fun assignment, for everyone in the class had gotten Outstanding marks on their last final exam.

A few students had achieved gaining a new whistle, but Transfiguration wasn't Draco's strong point. His cockroach was scurrying around on his desktop avoiding the spell at all costs.

"You won't fill a thing," Draco hissed. "Just hold still and I can finally-"

This cockroach was no ordinary one though, for it leapt into the air and scurried away down the aisle. Many students laughed as Draco tried to retrieve it.

It was Professor McGonagall who did it for Malfoy. She knelt down plucked it off of the ground, holding it between two slender fingers.

"I believe this is yours Mr. Malfoy," she said putting it in his palm. He stared at it disgustedly as it made an attempt to scurry away. It was then that it froze and started to quiver. It then burst into flame in his hand.

Draco dropped it and quickly moved away from the flame; suddenly afraid he'd catch fire. The cockroach writhed and flipped onto its back. The whole class watched with great interest as it began to smoke.

Professor McGonagall knelt down yet again, with a curious expression on her face. She put it in the palm of her hand, and when Draco looked, he saw a silver cockroach in the palm of her hand. It had silver cockroach legs on both sides and two small holes where the cockroach used to push air out of its abdomen to make the hissing sound.

"I believe you achieved our goal for today, Mr. Malfoy," she said slightly bewildered. She handed him his whistle. "Outstanding marks for the unique decoration. It still kept its natural form. And ten points to Slytherin for wandless magic."

She then walked off and sat back down.

Draco rose his eyebrows at the cockroach shaped whistle he'd made somehow. He recalled cursing it for not turning into a whistle for him and then it easily transformed, all on its own it seemed.

He returned to his desk and glanced over at Granger's whistle, which of course had been perfectly transfigured into a slender and plain whistle. He smirked at her and slipped the whistle in his robe's pocket.

"What are you smiling about?" she snapped. She wasn't used to being second best.

"I didn't even have to use my wand," he said.

"Stop gloating," she snapped.

Draco chuckled and turned to Pansy who had achieved turning her cockroach into a whistle as well. It was not as shiny as Granger's but was a whistle.

"Good job Pans," he said cheerily. She smiled at him.

A/N: The next chapter is the party. Hope all of you who have taken the time to read this far enjoy it. Please read and review!