A/N: I don't really know how this turned out so tell me what you guys think. I hope you like it though.

Chapter Sixteen

Tuesday Morning

Harry woke to find several people staring down at him. His red and gold curtains had been drawn back from his bed, and he found he had a dull burning sensation all over his body. His forehead was damp and he found his nightshirt sticking to his back. His eyes were still slightly blurry, but he found he could make out someone tall and lanky with flaming red hair… That was Ron. A female who was sitting next to him holding his hand, her light brown hair fell over her shoulders in sleek ringlets… Hermione. Another girl sitting next to his window with wavy black hair and pale skin… ? There was another leaning against his dresser. He had a tall figure, clad in black with broad shoulders. A male. His arms were crossed and he had blonde hair. Next to him was a smaller form of a girl who had short, about shoulder length hair that was utterly straight and slightly darker than Hermione's.

That couldn't be could it? Harry squinted and reached for his glasses. When he put them on though, he found that they only made his eyesight worse.

"What the bloody hell?" he muttered. When he took them off again, everything focused into a nice clear picture for him and he let out a startled yell.

The five people who stood in front of him jumped.

"What's gotten into you Scarhead?"

Yes it was Malfoy, and Parkinson.

"What are you doing in my room?" Harry yelled, sitting up. A wave of dizziness overtook him. He glanced over at the girl he didn't know and realized right away it was Jesamya Richards. She merely gazed at him with her bright blue-green eyes, and then returned her attention to the world outside of Gryffindor tower.

"Harry calm down," Hermione said soothingly. Ron sat down on his bed and sighed.

"What's going on?" Harry asked. "Why are there three Slytherins in our dorm, Hermione?"

She sighed.

"Malfoy wanted to come see you for himself," Hermione told him. "Oh Harry, this is all my fault!"

She threw herself at him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was so startled that he merely sat there. He never thought he'd see the day that Malfoy would be standing in front of his bed, without trying to kill him.

Malfoy shifted from one foot to another.

"So?" Draco asked. "Are we going to go downstairs or what?"

"Give Harry a moment!" Hermione snapped over her shoulder. "I swear you are the most insolent bastard I have ever met! Do you know that? Now we've got an even bigger problem than we did before Malfoy, so you just keep your mouth shut and be patient!"

"This, Granger, is not my fault," Malfoy said motioning towards vampire Harry. "You're the one who went crazy wild on him and nearly killed him last night. And in my opinion you should've just let him die. I had nothing to do with this."

"You're the reason it happened!" Hermione screamed, advancing on him until she was almost directly under his chin. He looked down at her with his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement.

"Oh?" Draco asked. "So you mean to tell me that I'm the reason you attacked him? I never knew you felt that way about me…"

"No!" Hermione cried. "If you had just let me be that night both Harry and I would still be alive!"

"Oh stop with the drama!" Malfoy snapped down at her. "You are alive and well. Don't try to act like I've doomed you."

"We'll never be alive in the way that we used to be," Hermione said. Draco could see tears glistening in her eyes and he looked away quickly. It always made him uncomfortable when girls cried.

"Well yes, I'm partly responsible for you," Draco said, slowly sliding sideways and away from her. "But Potter, I'll take no credit for." Now Draco was standing next to Ron, who had lain down on his bed. Ron poked Draco in the ass with his wand. Draco jumped and turned around.

"You're blocking my view," Ron said simply.

Harry had gotten up and was getting dressed.

"Did I miss the whole day?" he asked.

"Yes," Hermione said dryly. "We told all of the teachers you were ill. I got your make-up work."

Jesamya stood up and walked towards Harry. She then sat down on his bed and picked a picture up off of his nightstand. There was a woman with red hair and green eyes, like Harry's, and a man with dark hair and glasses. She smiled.

"These were your parents?" she asked quietly. The change in subject seemed to lessen the tension.

"Yeah, my mum and dad," Harry said. She set it back carefully, making sure she put it down how it was before.

"Your mother was very beautiful," she told Harry. A small smile came onto his face.

"Thanks," he said sincerely. Draco took a look at the picture after that and nodded in approval.

"Are you ready to go Potter?" Draco asked.

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The six of them sat down under a tree near the pond. The sun was quickly giving way into darkness and a light breeze was blowing. Hermione didn't know why but she felt complete, looking around at the five of them. Harry's eyes were simply the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen.

She smiled slightly when she remembered the strange looks the six of them had gotten on their way down to the lake. Were the Slytherins and the Gryffindors friends though? No. But they would be tied together forever, and in Hermione's opinion it wasn't all that bad. Having such a deep connection with someone made her feel less lonely in such an awful world.

"What now?" Draco asked. He had been skipping rocks across the pond. He was in the middle of making his next selection.

Harry looked up at him from his shoes. "I guess I'm stuck like this…" he said. It wasn't really a response to what Draco had asked but it was something.

"Yeah," Draco snapped. "Tough shit you pansy ass."

Ron rolled his eyes, his hands tucked behind his head. He didn't know why, but he felt slightly left out. Why would he want to be a vampire? Having to survive off of other people's blood? He supposed it was probably just because his two best friends had changed into something so different from himself in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't ask for this ferret!" Harry yelled at Malfoy, getting to his feet. "And now I'm stuck with you! Thanks for the early birthday present Hermione!" he yelled sarcastically over his shoulder at her. "And I know you don't want to be stuck with me so am I supposed to be happy about this?"

"I never said you were supposed to be happy," Malfoy yelled back. "And no I don't want to be stuck with you so why are we even near each other right now!"

"Because you can't undo what was meant to happen," Jesamya said. She was looking up at them, her legs submerged in the water of the lake. "There's nothing you can do about being tied together. You're brothers now."

Draco looked at her his eyes wide. "Don't say that!" he whispered. "Are you trying to kill me? I'm too young to die!"

Harry's hands were balled into fists. Hermione and Pansy sat a little ways away from each other watching the scene unfold, and Ron was plucking little white flowers out of the grass around him.

"It's true," Jesamya said. "You two share a blood line now. You, Draco, were the beginning of it. Then Hermione and Harry were added. All three of you are now descendants of Daduayus the Great. He was our leader before he elected Alexander the Elder to take his place. Then he put Draco in charge of his bloodline, and gave him the duty to keep it strong and alive. Malfoy has done his job. But it seems to me you should've chosen a little more wisely," Jesamya smiled at Draco teasingly. He turned and threw a small pebble at her.

She dodged it laughing.

"Why must you always make me feel small?" Draco asked her, his brow furrowed.

Hermione sighed. "I think I need to go feed," she said quietly. All attention was turned towards her.

"You think?" Pansy asked. "By the looks of you Granger, I know you have to go feed."

The other vampires around her, except for Harry nodded.

Ron sighed and stood up.

"Where are you going Ron?" Harry asked.

"I'm going back in. You guys are probably leaving soon aren't you?" he asked looking at his two best friends sadly. Without waiting for a reply he quickly made his way up to the castle and disappeared inside.

"I should go talk to him," Harry said.

"It wouldn't be a good idea," Draco said. "You wouldn't want to have an episode similar to Granger's now would you? Wouldn't want this to get out of control?"

"No," said Hermione quickly.

"I swear if I would've known you were going to do this to Potter, Granger, I never would've turned you. It's only a matter of time before one of you does Ron and then before you know it I'll have the whole Gryffindork Trio shoved up my ass, and I'll never be able to get rid of you!" Malfoy fumed.

"You want to know what else Potter? You would still be human if Granger here would've just come with us last night. But she chose not to," he continued.

"Why would I do Ron?" Harry inquired. "It wouldn't be any good for him."

"Well I'm sorry you're so challenged sexually Potter," Malfoy said, seeing an opportunity to make what Harry said seem dirty.

Harry just glared up at him, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words.

"That's disgusting," he finally pushed out. "I meant it wouldn't be any good for him to be turned you imbecile!"

"That's what I call you," Malfoy snapped. "So are you coming with us or are you going to spend the night trying to keep your cravings in check like Hermione so utterly failed to do last night?"

Harry sighed. "I'll come with you," he said. "I don't want this to happen to Ron."

"That bad is it?" Jesamya asked from the lake. She brushed her black hair off of her forehead.

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Ron sat in his dormitory, next to the window, staring out at the forbidden forest. He wondered if Harry and Hermione would still stay close to him now. He'd done some reading on vampires after Hermione had fallen victim (or so he thought.) to Malfoy. Once vampires were tied together, they were literally tied together. They would always have a desire to be close to each other no matter how much they disliked each other. It just so happened that newly made vampires targeted those they hated most. Why though? Ron didn't know.

A light tapping came from his window and he looked over, pulling the red curtains aside. Malfoy was hovering outside his window and he was so startled he let the curtain fall shut again. It was then that the window shattered and Malfoy came through it. He brushed the glass off of his trench coat and smirked at Ron.

"Hello Weasel," he said.

A/N: I'm not particularly pleased with this chapter. Hope you enjoy it though. Please review.