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Chapter Twenty-Three

Draco came to his window after he'd dropped Jesamya off. He'd found that it had been shut on him and this made him angry. Someone had shut him out? He knocked but nobody answered on the inside. He knocked harder and still nothing. He knew that someone was awake inside but they weren't coming to his aid. So he lifted his foot and kicked open the window. He'd forgotten his wand inside so there was no other way for him to get in. The glass shattered all over the floor and a light was turned on. He threw his broom in and fell through the window after it, landing with the grace of a cat.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" came someone's angry voice. It wasn't groggy though and he knew he hadn't woken anybody. He looked over to find Crabbe and Goyle sleeping soundly still, both snoring quite loudly. It was Blaise who'd spoken.

"You shut the window. I had to get in some how, and I didn't see you coming to let me in. What did you expect?" Draco snapped, brushing small shards of glass off of his cloak. He then picked up his wand off of his bed and repaired the window.

"Did you go off to feed?" Blaise asked nosily. Draco looked up really seeing him for the first time. His face was still slightly bruised from Weasley's fists and his lip was a few sizes too big.

"No actually," Draco muttered. Blaise got up and walked over to Draco, standing in front of him.

"What were you doing with Potter and his gang?" Blaise inquired. "I know what you did to them!"

Draco shook his head and turned to put his cloak in a drawer when Blaise spun him around. Draco raised his eyebrows.

"I know you're not going to try and intimidate it out of me," Draco said coldly, feeling Blaise's warm hands tighten on his muscular shoulders.

"Why?" Blaise pushed on. "Why them? Why not me? I'm your friend Malfoy. Why would you give them the gift?"

"The gift? That's rich Blaise," Draco said letting out a mocking laugh. By this point Crabbe and Goyle were beginning to stir. "And would a friend call me by my last name?"

"I've been there from the beginning and you know it! I deserve this!" Blaise snapped.

"You want to know why I haven't given you the gift?" Draco asked, his voice dripping with venom. "You would be my greatest mistake, Zabini. To make you into what I am would mean a lot of unnecessary destruction."

"Why do you say that?" Blaise snapped shoving Draco. At this point a vein was popping in Draco's temple and he was beginning to get very angry. He was holding off though, because he knew he'd do a lot worse than Weasley. He'd crush Blaise Zabini's whole body as if he were a human meat grinder.

"The only reason you want this is because you see power. And knowing you and your purely Slytherin mind, you'd take the power and run with it," Draco hissed, his fists clenched at his sides. "Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint the Dark Lord would you?"

"What do you mean?" Blaise asked. At this, Draco pulled his black muscle shirt over his head revealing his coven mark.

"If I made you, you'd be a traitor to your precious Dark Lord," Draco spat. "My coven works against him."

Blaise looked shocked just as he realized exactly what it was Draco had told him.

"You've betrayed your family," he whispered. Draco sneered.

"So?" Draco snapped. "Father was never proud of me anyway."

"Draco?" came Crabbe's voice from across the room.

"What?" Draco snarled throwing Crabbe a very nasty look.

"Is what he says true?" he asked, wringing his hands in his lap.

"Yeah, what of it?" Draco asked, his muscular chest heaving from trying to suppress anger.

"Does this mean we can't be friends any more?" he asked. "With you betraying your family and all that."

Draco sighed inwardly.

"You're going to the Dark Lord aren't you?" Draco asked as Blaise leaned against Draco's dresser looking very bad tempered, yet interested in the new conversation taking place.

"I only supported him because I thought you did," Crabbe replied. Draco had never realized it but he had two very loyal cronies on his side, for Goyle was nodding along with Crabbe.

"Despite your father?" Draco asked surprised.

"You're way cooler than my father will ever be," Crabbe admitted.

Blaise snickered shaking his head.

"Looks like your two boyfriends still want you Malfoy," he said. With that comment, both Crabbe and Goyle stood cracking their knuckles threateningly. And it just dawned on Draco that they'd make two very powerful vampires. And they'd just said they'd remain loyal to him…

Blaise seemed to shrink into himself a bit, remembering the most recent beating he'd taken. He didn't want another one, especially from two guys way bigger than the Weasel. Draco had jumped over his bed and walked to the door, locking it.

"What are you going to do?" Blaise asked, all the cockiness gone from his voice.

It was then that Draco walked over to Crabbe.

"Do you want this?" he asked, pointing to his fangs. Crabbe, despite not having many brains, knew this was a big decision. He'd be rejecting the Dark Lord and defying his father just as Draco did. But it seemed to be a good cause. The Dark Lord was a bad man; even he could see that. He nodded, slightly scared as he saw Draco's eyes turn black, the corneas lined in blood.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Blaise snapped, crossing his arms. He watched as Draco bent, moving Crabbe's head to the side. He saw his fangs puncture Crabbe's skin and the big guy tensed and then relaxed as Draco began to feed on him. Goyle watched in fascination, wondering if he'd be offered a place at Draco's side as well. Of course, Draco had to keep his lap dogs didn't he?

It wasn't long before Draco took one of his nails and put a slit across his wrist. Blood poured from the wound as though Draco had too much in his body, and he quickly put the open cut to Crabbe's mouth. Blaise saw Crabbe latch onto the wound and start drinking. He was slightly repelled by the sight and mesmerized at the same time. The changes immediately started to take effect. Draco drew back and then presented Goyle with same gift he'd just given Crabbe.

Goyle accepted it as well and then when it was done Blaise spoke from the farthest part of the room.

"Won't Dumbledore love to hear what you've been up to," he whispered, not realizing Draco had heard. In an instant Draco was gone from his sight, appearing instantly in front of Blaise, a trail of black smoke in his wake. He grabbed Blaise's throat and lifted him up off of his feet.

"If you tell anybody at all, I'll make sure that I personally slaughter you," Draco whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Blaise had grasped Draco's wrist with both of his hands trying to get the pissed vampire off of him. Draco smirked evilly dropping him. Blaise fell into a crumpled heap on the floor, gasping. Crabbe and Goyle had fallen into an exhausted sleep.

"Sweet dreams," Draco said. He then sat down on his bed, but it was clear he wouldn't be sleeping any time soon.

He had no idea Blaise planned to tell a very certain someone about his son's betrayal.

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