Title: Things Will Go My Way

Disclaimer: You know it's not mine...

Parings: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley / Hermione Granger

Summery: Harry finds out he's a vampire (in a rather painful way) and Draco comes in to his vampire powers on the same night. Now they have to find their chosen mate. And surprise, surprise! They are each others mates! But what's up with Ron?

Bad news

Ron's stomach had been hurting for little over two days now. It wasn't constant, just a dull pain that hit him from time to time. Sometimes he didn't even notice it. He knew he should go to Madam Pomfrey. He didn't want to worry Hermione though. She was in a state of almost constant nervousness since Harry and Malfoy had locked themselves away in the Room of Requirement.

Now after two days of the dull pain Ron didn't give a damn if he worried Hermione. He just wanted the pain to stop, and quick. So that's why he was making his way up to the Hospital wing during lunch, after he had told Hermione that he was going to the library to pick up a book. She didn't need to know that he was going to Pomfrey, it was nothing serious after all.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Weasley." the nurse said when he walked in.

"Hello. Could I get a pain-killer, please?" Ron said as casually as he could.

"Why would you want a pain-killer?" the nurse asked a bit concerned.

"Nothing really, my tummy just hurts a little." he said without looking at the old women.

The nurse didn't say anything at first. Then she told Ron to get his shirt off and lay on a bed. Ron did as he was told, knowing how the nurse could get if her patient's didn't do as they were told.

Madam Pomfrey walked up to the bed where Ron was laying and started to examine his stomach. Ron didn't make a sound until she reached his lower belly, just between his hipbones. Then he hissed in pain and he saw the nurse frown. She didn't say anything. This made Ron feel a bit uneasy. The nurse always told Harry what was wrong with him without even blinking. But he had only a few broken bones, a boneless arm and one or two concussions. This must be pretty serious after all. Ron thought to himself as Madam Pomfrey went in to her office.

Three minutes later she came back with the Headmaster and, to Ron's horror, Snape. He watched as the three adults approached him. The old Headmaster looked worried, the Potion Master had his usual sneer on his face and the nurse looked puzzled.

"Are you absolutely sure, Poppy?" the Headmaster asked sternly.

"Albus, there is little else it could be!" the nurse said angrily.

The three adults stopped by Ron's bed but didn't seem to know he was there, they kept talking like they were alone. Ron didn't like it.

"Why don't you make sure before you call us here to tell a student that he is dying!" the Potion Master spat.

"Dying?" Ron screamed and caught the adult's attention.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, take it easy. We don't know for sure!" Snape said, his voice dipping with venom.

"Well, I like to know if there is even a remote chance to me dying!" the redhead screamed.

"Oh, alright!" the nurse said as she pulled out her wand.

She held it over Ron's bared stomach and muttered something under her breath that none of the other's could hear. Ron's lower belly began to glow in a light blue color. The nurse face saddened.

"Well?" the Potion Master said impatiently. "We're not mind readers!"

"I know that!" the nurse spat and sat down in a chair next to the bed. She looked so sad that Ron got scared. "There is something in your abdomen, Ron. Something that shouldn't be there. I think it's a tumor. I can't be sure, I don't have the right equipment here at school. And with what I have it would be very dangerous for your body if I tried to find out what it is." she said sadly.

Ron just stared at her. He was dying. He had a tumor in his abdomen. He really had stopped listening after she said that she thought it was a tumor. Why hadn't it been found before?

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Hermione was sitting by the Gryffindor Table when Ron came in. She had been talking to one of the Patil twins but she quickly ignored the girl when she saw the look on her boyfriends face. He looked... dazed. She got up from the table and ran up to the redhead. He infolded her in his arms and held her close.

"What's wrong?" she whispered, fearing the answer. But Ron didn't answer. He was standing still, holding her close to his own body and lightly kissing her neck like he wanted to comfort her. "What's wrong, Ronald?" she repeated and drew away from him.

He just shook his head and drew her close again. She let it happen because of the look on his face. He looked scared. Hermione took a deep breath. She knew what she must ask him. She just didn't have the strength to do it yet.

"Is it Voldemort?" she asked at last.

To her surprise, Ron didn't even wince at the name. He just shook his head again. This made Hermione truly scared. If it was not something Voldemort had done, then something had to have happened to Harry.

"Harry?" she choked out.

Ron shook his head again and kissed her cheek, then her lips, in reassurance. She always feared the worst, Ron couldn't blame her. If she had come in the Great Hall looking like he must be looking, he would have asked the same two questions. She didn't know he had been in the Hospital wing and would not ask if it was anything serious, she didn't even know he was in pain. Well, he wasn't any more. He had gotten a pain-killer potion from Pomfrey before he left.

"I'll tell you later." he said with a weak smile and kissed her forehead.

"Yeah, okay." she said and then leading him to their places at the table.

She soon began to talk to the others again and didn't really notice how quiet her boyfriend was. Seamus and Dean did, though.

"Oi, Ron!" the Irish boy said and pushed Ron in the side.

"Yeah?" the redhead said as he seemed to snap out of his daze like state.

"What's up?" Dean asked before Seamus could ask.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked innocently.

"You look like You-Know-Who just walked thru the doors, mate!" they said almost at once.

"Look, guys, I have to tell 'Mione first." he said and looked up at the head table where the Headmaster still wasn't sitting. "It's not fair to her if you know before her."

"Okay, mate. But tomorrow we want some answers!" the Irish boy threatened.

"You'll get them, I hope." Ron said and then went back to staring at his girlfriend.

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That night, when Hermione and Ron were lying in the boy's dorm room, Ron tried to summon the courage to tell Hermione what had happened. It didn't take long for her to ask though.

"Ron?"

"Hmm?" he replied sounding sleepy although he was not.

"What made you look so scared? When you came to lunch, I mean."

Ron kissed the top of her head that rested on his chest before answering.

"I was in the Hospital wing, because my stomach hurt. I was just going to get a pain-killer potion but Pomfrey wanted to examine me." He paused.

"What did she say?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"That there is something in my abdomen that is not supposed to be there. That she thinks it's a tumor, but she can't be sure." he said and then felt the girl in his arms freeze.

"You got an appointment at St. Mungo's, right?" Hermione asked and sat up to look down at the redhead.

He had tears in his eyes, she knew it although his eyes were closed. A tear slipped down his cheek and Hermione caught it with her thumb. She then cast a silencing charm around the bed so no one would hear them.

"Right?" she repeated while cradling his face in her hands.

He quietly nodded and Hermione leaned down and kissed him. The kiss told Ron all of her emotions concerning this. She was hurt that he hadn't told her sooner, she was heartbroken about the very idea that he might be dying. He kissed her back in exactly the same way. He should have told her, should have gone to the Hospital wing sooner, but it was easy to say that now when everything had already happened.

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"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked as Draco climbed out of bed for the first time in three days.

"I have to get back to the dungeons." the blonde replied while he gathered up his clothes from the floor.

"No you don't. You can stay here. If anybody wants to find us, they know where to look." Harry said with a very Slytherin like smirk.

"Doesn't matter! I have to get back!" the blonde said from within the shirt he was pulling on.

Draco had his back to the bed and only got a growl as a warning before the dark haired vampire jumped him and pinned him to the floor. The blonde let out a protesting noise but it was soon quieted by Harry's mouth. He melted in to the other boy's kiss before remembering that he had to get back to the dungeons. He ripped his mouth away and kept it away by turning his head as far to the side as he could.

"I won't be gone long." he tried to sooth his mate who only growled in response.

Harry began to pull the shirt of off Draco again. It was hard for Draco to get the strength to struggle free from the dark haired boy, but he did it. And considering that Harry was the dominant one, that was saying a lot. Harry was both stronger and bigger than Draco.

"I. Will. Not. Be. Gone. Long!" the blonde said sharply and pulled up his pants. Harry didn't want to listen though.

He pushed himself off the floor and grabbed the blonde. Draco yelped when Harry threw him over his shoulder and started to make his way back to the bed.

"Let me down, Harry!" he said angrily. But the other boy didn't listen.

"You can come with me!"

At that, Harry abruptly stopped and let the blonde down.

"I am the Gryffindor Golden Boy, Dragon. I don't think it's such a good idea that I go down to the dungeons. And you are my mate. I don't trust them, baby. Don't go."

The blonde smiled. He knew full well that Harry didn't trust Slytherins. Hell, he didn't trust anyone at all. He kissed the other vampire before saying anything further.

"I have to go, love. I won't be gone long. And besides, we have to get up at lunch anyway. You don't wanna miss Quidditch, do you?" Draco asked smiling and Harry shook his head.

"I don't want to leave you." Harry protested.

"Then come with me. You don't have to leave me just because I have to go down to my dorm. You can come, and hold my hand." Draco said, the trade mark Malfoy smirk firmly in place.

"Fine, I'll come. But I will not allow that you are out of my sight! I don't trust anyone down there! If they take you out of my sight, even for a minuet, I will ripe their throats out!" Harry threatened.

Draco just smirked and walked in to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He knew that the only reason Harry didn't go psycho when he closed the door was that Harry trusted that he would not be hurt within these walls. That he trusted the Room to protect him. It was funny, really. Harry trusted the castle more then he trusted a human being, except for Weasley and Granger. And why he trusted those two Draco could never understand. He thought about this while he took a shower.

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An hour later Harry and Draco walked down to the dungeons. Harry walked behind Draco, with the blonde's hand in his own, like something that just stepped out of a nightmare. He kept glaring at the students that looked at Draco in, according to Harry, the wrong way. A second year student from Hufflepuff almost started to cry when Harry growled at her for looking at Draco in what he thought was an improper manner.

"Would you stop it?" Draco said when they got down to the door the Slytherin Common Room.

"Stop what?" Harry asked a bit confused.

"Glaring. You almost made a girl cry!"

"So? She deserved it, she looked at you."

"Lots of people look at me, Harry. You can't stop them from looking."

"I can, and I will." Harry said and moved forward to kiss the blonde.

"What if I don't want you to? I don't need you to protect me!"

Harry stopped in his tracks. He stared at the blond vampire in front of him. Draco didn't want him? Harry knew it was stupid to think that. After all spending three days in the Room of Requirement said that Draco did want him. His head didn't want to listen to reason right now though. Draco had said he didn't want him, that he didn't need him to protect him. Harry's mind was blank. He couldn't think and his heart was crumbling. It hurt that Draco said that.

"Harry?" Draco asked in concern, but Harry didn't respond.

That's when Draco understood why Harry wasn't saying anything. He thought he didn't want him. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck. The dark haired boy suddenly snapped back to reality when the blonde kissed his lips softly.

"I will always want you, Harry. I just don't want you to be my shadow all the time. I can protect myself."

"I know. And you know that this will pass, or at least lessen."

Draco rolled his eyes at the other boy and then said the password to the door. Harry was dragged in by the hand. And Draco had to use all his strength to get his mate in the room. He really didn't want to be there.

"We'll be in and out in no time!" said Draco and kept dragging the other boy towards the stairs that led to his dorm.

"Is your bed up there?" Harry asked and when the blonde looked over his shoulder at him, he saw Harry's eyes were glazed over with desire.

"Yes." the blonde purred seductively and watched in satisfaction as the green eyes grew darker in anticipation of what he knew that voice meant.

The brunette grabbed his lover and pushed him up against the wall to attack his neck and face with kisses. Draco weakly pushed at Harry's chest to get him to move away, but at the same time he responded to his kisses and let his hands run down his back when he realized that Harry was not moving away. He felt Harry's hands on his neck and on his right hip.

A loud, angered shriek ripped them out of their own world and back to the dungeons and to the cold wall behind Draco that they had temporarily forgotten. They both turned their heads in the direction of the sound and saw Blaise Zabini. He looked furious. But to Draco's great surprise Harry didn't move. The dark haired boy gently kissed his jaw line never taking his eyes from the boy at the bottom of the stairs.

"We have to go, love." Draco said and tried to pull away from Harry but the other boy would not allow it.

"No, we don't." he said while he gently nuzzled Draco behind his ear.

"Come on, you fool!" Draco said with urgency in his voice.

Harry looked in to silver eyes of his mate and saw all he needed to know. His love was afraid of the black haired boy at the bottom of the stairs.

Well, that just would not do.

"Why are you afraid of him?" whispered Harry in Draco's ear, delighting in the shiver that ran through the blonde's body as he did.

"He's dangerous." Draco breathed out in Harry's ear.

Harry smiled and took a hold of Draco's hand. He began to walk up the stairs again. But the idiot Zabini did not get the hint. He followed them up the stairs, running to catch up to them. Harry knew he was right behind them but did not think he would be stupid enough to do anything.

He was gravely mistaken.

Before he could react, he was torn from the blonde's grasp and thrown into the wall. He hit his head and slumped down the wall for a second, but a second too long. He heard Draco's scream as he was thrown down the stairs.

Harry forced himself to shake off the daze he was in so his brain could function. He saw Draco lay almost at the bottom of the stairs and when he turned his head he saw Blaise Zabini only a few steps from him, but out of reach, with a look of pure fury in his eyes.

Harry wanted to kill Zabini! Snap his neck with only his hands, make him beg for mercy and then not grant it. Put him under the Cruciatus curse and watch as he slowly went mad with the pain. Draco first, a small voice said in his head and he turned his gaze back to the dead looking blonde. The very thought terrified Harry to no end. With one last glare at Zabini, then he was down by his love's side by a matter of seconds. He gently gathered the smaller boy in his arms. Then he walked slowly and carefully out of the dungeons so that he would not hurt the blonde any more than he was already.

In the Entrance Hall he saw Ron and Hermione. As the two got closer to him, Harry picked up a strange scent around the two but could not place it. He pushed the thought out of his mind however, Draco needed help. He had not moved since Harry picked him up and he could not hear his breath anymore.

"Harry, what happened!" Hermione almost shouted when she saw the blonde in her friend's arms.

"The bastard Zabini threw him down the stairs!" Harry growled out the name of the boy that caused his mate pain.

They all hurried up to the Hospital wing and Harry placed his burden in one of the beds. Madam Pomfrey came out in a hurry. When Harry looked up he saw that Hermione and Ron were after her and he guessed that they had chased her out of her office to help Draco.

"What happened this time?" she asked as she saw Draco.

"He was thrown down a stairway." Harry said from between clenched teeth.

Madam Pomfrey immediately went to work on the blonde and told everybody to leave. But Harry didn't mind. He knew the nurse would take good care of his mate and he had a favor to return to a certain Mr. Blaise Zabini. So even though Ron and Hermione protested, Harry left for the dungeons.

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